Adventures with Rae Rae

There’s this idea that we’re always supposed to seek advice. “Get another opinion.” “Talk it through.” “Make sure you’re not making a decision alone.” And while that works beautifully for some people… I’m not entirely sure it works for me. Because here’s the thing no one talks about: when you’re already an overthinker, adding more voices to the room doesn’t bring clarity — it brings noise. I don’t struggle with a lack of options. I struggle with having too many. Every opinion, every perspective, every “well have you thought about…” doesn’t just sit lightly in my brain. It settles in. It echoes. It expands. And suddenly what was once a simple decision feels like a 37-tab browser open in my mind, each one demanding attention. People tell you to listen to others before making a final decision so you have options. But what happens when you already see every possible option? What happens when your brain has already mapped out ten outcomes, five backup plans, and three worst-case sce...

I didn’t write at all in 2025 on my blogger page.  Not because I didn’t have thoughts. Not because I didn’t have feelings. But because my mind was fighting a battle I didn’t understand. Coming home from studying abroad was supposed to feel like comfort. Graduation was supposed to feel like accomplishment. Moving into a new place was supposed to feel like independence. Being in love was supposed to feel safe. Instead, it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers. I’ve always been known as the happy one. The emotional one. The girl who feels everything deeply. I love that about myself — my heart is big. I care hard. I love loudly. But what I didn’t realize was that when you feel everything deeply, you also feel the lows deeply. After coming back from abroad and stepping into post-grad life, something shifted. I was smiling in photos. I was spending time with people I love. I was building a life. And yet, underneath it all, there was this quiet fear. That ev...