Author: Shermaine

  • Overthinking Isn’t a Flaw, It’s a Shield

    I used to think I was overthinking because something was wrong with me. That I was anxious. Indecisive. Too much in my head. Lately, I’m seeing it differently. Overthinking didn’t come out of nowhere. It showed up after enough moments where choosing quickly led to regret. After enough time, trusting myself felt costly. It became…

  • Why Every Decision Feels Heavy Now

    Lately, even small decisions feel exhausting. What to respond. What to commit to. Whether to say yes or wait. Things that used to feel simple now come with a pause, a tightness, a sense that choosing wrong will cost me more than it should. I don’t think it’s because I’m bad at deciding. I think…

  • How You Lose Trust in Yourself Without Noticing

    Losing trust in yourself rarely feels dramatic. It doesn’t happen in one moment or because of one wrong decision. It happens quietly, in small, reasonable choices that make sense at the time. You override a feeling because there’s no space to deal with it right now. You talk yourself out of a reaction because it…

  • How Constant Override Erodes Self-Belief

    I used to think ignoring myself was a strength. Pushing past discomfort. Talking myself out of what felt true. Staying functional even when something inside me was clearly asking for attention. I called this maturity. Resilience. Proof I could handle things. But over time, something shifted. Each time I overrode my own signals, it got…

  • When Overthinking Replaced Instinct

    I don’t remember deciding to stop trusting my instincts. It feels like something that happened slowly, without asking permission. At some point, instinct stopped feeling reliable. It felt impulsive. Reckless. Something I needed to verify before acting on. So, I started thinking things through and then thinking them through again. What used to be quiet…

  • The Moment I Realized I Stopped Trusting Myself

    I noticed it in a small moment. Someone asked me what I wanted, and my first instinct wasn’t an answer; it was a pause. Not the thoughtful kind. The searching kind. Like I needed permission to check in with myself first. I used to know. Now I double-check everything. I replay conversations hours after they…