As a child it used to take me seconds to talk myself into things and weeks, months and even years to talk myself out of those things.
My environment, together with my neurological issues had a lot to do with my bad thoughts. I’d worry for days, weeks, even months. I hated myself for doing it, knew when it was happening, but just couldn’t seem to stop myself. I was constantly trying to keep myself busy. It was the only way I knew to shift those bad, unwanted thoughts.
Years on, even now and in times of stress I find myself slipping back into those old familiar patterns, where I’m having to repeat the process of talking myself out of those uncontrollable bad thoughts.