"Some of the dread you carry was never yours to begin with, and part of you may keep watching for disaster because someone once needed you to."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
My partner was ten minutes late texting back yesterday and I’d already decided he’d been in a car crash. Ten minutes. And then he texts and it’s fine and I feel insane. Like why does my brain go straight to the worst thing every single time?
Guide
What was the ten minutes like, in your body?
Seeker
Sick. Cold hands. I couldn’t sit down. I was refreshing my phone like an idiot. It’s so out of proportion I can’t even explain it, that’s what gets me.
Guide
So you already know it’s out of proportion. You’re not confused about that part.
Seeker
No. I know it’s irrational. That’s kind of why I’m here, I want to figure out how to catch it earlier. Like is there a way to interrupt the thought before it snowballs?
Guide
There might be. But I’ll be honest, I don’t think you go to the crash because you made a thinking error. It’s too fast and too total for that. It sounds more like a place you already live. I mean like all the time. And the late text just walks you into that place.
Seeker
A place I already live. Yes. I mean I’ve been like this forever. Since I was a kid I’d wait up if my mom wasn’t home by whenever. I’d stand at the window.
Guide
Tell me about the window.
Seeker
She was, um. She was a really anxious person. Is. Everything was a potential catastrophe, the weather, money, her health, if someone didn’t call back. I’d come home from school and I could tell the second I walked in what kind of day it was going to be by her face. And I’d just, I’d get out ahead of it. Try to keep things from setting her off.
Guide
So you were scanning for the disaster before you could read.
Seeker
I guess. It was just normal. That was just the house.
Guide
I want to say something and you can throw it out. When you stand at that window in your head now, waiting for the crash, I don’t think that’s your fear you’re standing in. It sounds a lot like hers.
Seeker
…Huh.
Guide
You went quiet.
Seeker
I don’t, that’s weird to hear. Because it does feel like mine. It feels like the most me thing about me. But when you said it I got this, I don’t know.
Guide
You don’t have to make it mean anything yet.
Seeker
My brains says it’s like I was handed it. The watching. Nobody watched out for her so I did it, and now I just do it about everything. I do it to my partner. He’s not even anxious, I’m anxious at him. I mean I don’t even know what part of me says I was handed it.
Guide
What comes up when you say you were handed it?
Seeker
I don’t know. It’s not, it doesn’t feel sad exactly. It’s more like. Why was that mine. I mean it shouldn’t be my life if you know what I mean. I was a kid. Why was I the one at the window?
Guide
That sounds like it has some heat in it.
Seeker
No, I’m not, I don’t blame her. She couldn’t help it. She was struggling.
Guide
I didn’t say blame. You said why was that mine. That’s a fair thing to want to know.
Seeker
Okay but I can’t actually do anything with this. Like even if it’s hers, even if I picked it up off her, it’s in me now. If I stop watching, then what. Then I’m just, what, standing there with nothing. Something bad happens and I didn’t see it coming.
Guide
So the watching feels like it’s keeping something safe.
Seeker
Yes. Yes it does! Eventually, something bad is going to happen. I don’t like where this is going. Because if it’s not really protecting anything then I’ve been sick over nothing my whole life and I can’t, I don’t want to look at that right now.
Guide
Then don’t. You don’t have to pull the thread all the way today.
Seeker
It’s just easier to fix the thought thing. The ten minutes thing. Can we just, is there a trick for the ten minutes?
If the dread you carry was handed to you before you could refuse it, what would it mean to set it down, and what are you afraid would happen in the quiet that followed?
If you read back the conversation: notice where the guide quietly became the one who knows — naming things, settling them. That feels normal because it happens so often. It's also where your own sense of direction can go quiet. SelfChatter adds a second voice that just makes those moments visible, so the direction stays yours.