There are few things as exhausting as living in a mind that won’t stop asking, “What if?”
What if I said the wrong thing?
What if something bad happens tomorrow?
What if I never get better?
What if they change their mind about me?
What if I’m just not enough?
The questions never end. They loop in your mind like a skipping record, scratching over the same fears, replaying the same doubts, as if repeating them could somehow give you control over the answers.
I used to think I was just being cautious. I called it “thinking ahead” or “being realistic.” But the truth was, I wasn’t preparing for the future, I was trying to avoid pain. Every “what if” was a shield I raised against disappointment, rejection, or regret.
If I could anticipate everything that might go wrong, maybe I could prevent it. Maybe I could stay safe.
But the longer I lived that way, the more I realized: the safety I was trying to create was an illusion.
The more I tried to control the future, the less control I actually felt.
I wasn’t protecting myself from uncertainty; I was drowning in it.+. See more details. .




