Back and forth. Overanalyzing every action, thought, and word until she was sick with self-doubt. She would slowly talk herself down to something almost resembling peace. Until the devil would pull that one little thread, bring to mind that one thought that was enough to send her to the edge of her sanity. And the overanalyzing would begin again. This was the way it went. Over and over and over.

When she was working. When she was reading. When she was playing. When she was talking. When she was loving. When she was praying.

But at the end of the day, when she knelt beside her bed, she felt relief. Not because the thoughts stopped racing and twisting and darting through her consciousness, but because she had made it.

My life isn't hard, she thought, but this is my battle and today I won.

Back and forth.  Overanalyzing every action, thought, and word until she was sick with self-doubt. She would slowly talk herself down to something almost resembling peace. Until the devil would pull that one little thread, bring to mind that one thought that was enough to send her to the edge of her sanity. And the overanalyzing would begin again. This was the way it went. Over and over and over. 

When she was working. When she was reading. When she was playing. When she was talking. When she was loving. When she was praying. 

But at the end of the day, when she knelt beside her bed, she felt relief. Not because the thoughts stopped racing and twisting and darting through her consciousness, but because she had made it. 

My life isn't hard, she thought, but this is my battle and today I won.