Everything can be going fine. The day can be sunny. Birds can be chirping amongst the air, setting the tone for a nice day ahead. There's no reason for there to be sadness. No sign of imperfection, only calmness.

Yet, this probably won't last long before overthinking sets in.

Some minor detail can throw me off like going a day without washing my hair. It makes me feel gross and not myself, so I begin to wonder if I don't look as good as I feel. I then start to get lost in the idea that people are going to notice that something is off.

I struggle with how I perceive myself. Although I would consider myself a confident individual, there are days that I feel insecure because of my anxiety.

I observe way more than I should, which is probably because of the writer in me.

I notice a mood shift in people and tend to blame myself for their actions. When this happens, I analyze the scenario and think of all the possible reasons why they reacted the way they did. Most, if not all, lead to me.

There are times when I don't care about what others think of me as well as times where I do. Sometimes, I'm careless and attentive at the same time, and that can be confusing.

I can be inconsistent with my moods. I can be distant, yet loving at once. It's most likely a coping mechanism of mine to protect myself.

There are days when I can barely feel my anxiety, but when it does come by, it sneaks up on me and flips my entire day.

When it does fester, I start to self-doubt. I start to believe my demons. I start to believe that I don't deserve the love that I give out to the world.

I think of the worst situations and dwell on them, even when things are seamless. That's when I'm afraid that my happiness will be taken from me. When I start to let go and trust. When I'm the most vulnerable.