Tight squeeze, you've got this

I see you there, wrapped up like a human burrito, debating if it's socially acceptable to sign up for Overthinkers Anonymous. If overthinking were an Olympic sport, we'd be standing on that podium, draped in gold medals, nodding at each other while simultaneously panicking about whether we really deserved them.

And let’s not even talk about the random, dramatic crying sessions. Ever wept because your sandwich was too beautiful to eat? Or because you suddenly remembered a sad movie ending from 2012? Yeah, same.

And then, there’s the hug dilemma. You crave one, but the second someone moves in for the embrace, your body tenses like a cat being picked up against its will. Personal space? Sacred. But on some days, a real, rib-crushing, “you’re safe here” kind of hug wouldn’t be so bad. Not one of those limp, obligatory, one-armed side hugs. I’m talking a full-on, "I got you" squeeze—the kind that makes you forget, just for a moment, why you were sad in the first place.

Then there’s sleep, the great escape. My bed isn’t just a bed—it’s Narnia, Hogwarts, and Middle-Earth all rolled into one, minus the orcs and overdue assignments. But let’s be real: as much as we’d love to stay buried under the covers, hiding from responsibilities and existential dread, life tends to knock on the door like an overly enthusiastic salesperson who just won’t take a hint.

Some days, it feels like we're strapped into an emotional rollercoaster designed by a slightly unhinged carnival worker. One minute, we're cruising; the next, we’re upside down, questioning every life choice we've ever made. But here’s the thing—we’re not the only ones on the ride. Everyone’s got their own unpredictable loops and stomach-dropping free falls.

So, what’s the game plan? Do we let this emotional hurricane keep tossing us around? Or do we grab onto something solid—like a friend, a family member, or even a pet that patiently listens while we whisper our problems into their fur? (10/10 would recommend; dogs never judge.)

Here’s the deal: You don’t have to go through this alone. When the nights get rough, when your brain is running a marathon of worries, when the world feels too loud or too empty—reach out. Cry over your too-soft socks. Vent about your misplaced confidence. Laugh about the absolute circus that is existence.

And on the days when you feel like you're barely holding it together, know this—someone out there is cheering for you, even if you don’t hear them. Your feelings, no matter how chaotic, are valid. And this weird, tangled, unpredictable life? It’s still worth showing up for.

So here’s a virtual bear hug from me to you. Tight squeeze. You’ve got this. And on the days you don’t? Lean on someone who does.