FIND YOUR
GRIM

I carefully organise it, then panic about whether I organised it correctly.

I avoid it completely and somehow start doing something unnecessary instead.

I start everything at once and immediately lose track of the original task.

I get annoyed that the list exists in the first place.

I immediately review every interaction we have ever had.

I assume I have done something wrong, despite having no evidence.

I put off replying because opening the conversation feels like a trap.

I reply “sure” and immediately imagine seventeen terrible possibilities.

I make a plan so detailed it becomes its own separate problem.

I vanish into a task, hobby, game, cupboard, or emotional fog.

I get prickly with everyone and then feel bad about being prickly.

I start researching one tiny concern until it becomes a full archive investigation.

Spend half the day worrying that I am wasting the day.

Begin an exciting new project and accidentally create seventeen smaller projects.

Avoid making a decision until there is barely any day left.

Attempt to relax, notice one mildly irritating thing, and become consumed by it.

Sending a simple message and then analysing how it sounded.

Trying to leave the house while repeatedly remembering things I forgot.

Someone doing something mildly annoying in my immediate vicinity.

Noticing one tiny thing that feels slightly wrong and needing to investigate it.

My brain has chosen this exact moment to review every unresolved concern.

I was doing one small thing and somehow entered a completely different dimension.

I am tired, but apparently going to sleep now feels like giving in.

I noticed something slightly unusual and now I need seventeen tabs open about it.

Excellent idea. I will now overthink the fact that I am overthinking.

I was not overthinking it before, but I certainly am now.

I become irritated because if I could simply stop, I probably would have.

I nod politely and continue doing exactly what I was doing.

If there is something to worry about, I will find it. If there is not, I may create one.

My brain has forty-seven tabs open and at least three of them are playing music.

I am generally fine until one tiny inconvenience personally declares war on me.

Avoiding the problem has worked terribly so far, but I remain committed to the method.