After a lot of thinking and a constant headache I think I should be a little ashamed of myself. Honestly, so much stress, and for what?
Only my perspective has changed. Nothing else. I don’t know what’s going on anywhere else but here, right now. I know what I think, and what I feel, and I have to be certain of it because otherwise I’m thrown off-kilter and can’t work or focus. But no one else has to know, or guess. I can keep my observations and intuitions private if I need to. My thoughts can stay my own, adrift in a mind of fantasy and silliness that doesn’t need to shared with anyone.