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Living In The Head

Living in my head is exhausting,

With its constant doubts to start new things,

To the old memories that it keeps bringing up.

From the new ideas that pop up often,

To the reminders of what happened to the old ones.

From the affirmations that it keeps repeating,

To the reality checks that it often gives itself.

I'm stuck in my own head.

I used to be my best friend,

Now I'm my own therapist,

And the sessions are too long and exhausting,

For I don't know what exactly to accept,

When I know what can't I let go.

and they say i'm in a good mental space.


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