There are people who journal. There are people who meditate. Then there’s me, a woman who holds full Broadway‑level conversations entirely in her head, complete with lighting, costume changes, and a soundtrack that does not match the situation at all. I don’t just overthink. I produce. My brain is basically a 24/7 writers’ room staffed by anxious interns who are terrified of being fired. And honestly… the content they create? Award‑winning. Unhinged. Occasionally helpful. Mostly chaotic. I learned recently that this isn’t common and of course it’s not because I’m a bit of a nut. Proud of it but also realistic about it. Now you can get a tiny peek into the ways my brain works.

Here are a few of the greatest hits from this week’s internal programming.

The Argument I Won in My Imagination

In real life, I said nothing. Not a word. I blinked twice and nodded like a polite woodland creature. In my head? Oh, baby… I dragged them. I delivered a monologue so sharp it could slice through emotional baggage. I had bullet points. I had callbacks. I had a closing statement that would’ve made the courtroom gasp. I even paused for dramatic effect because imaginary me respects pacing.

The best part? I won. I won so hard the imaginary judge stood up and clapped. Meanwhile, real‑world me was still standing there, smiling like a confused intern who wandered into the wrong meeting.

The Compliment I Rehearsed but Never Said

I spent a full 12 minutes rehearsing a compliment for someone I genuinely adore. In my head, it was warm, thoughtful, poetic, and the kind of compliment that makes people rethink their entire self-worth in a good way. I even practiced the tone. The smile. The casual shoulder shrug that says “I’m effortlessly kind and not spiraling at all.”

Then the moment came and instead of saying the compliment, I panicked and said, “Cute shoes.” They weren’t even wearing shoes. So now the compliment lives in my brain, fully dressed, ready for its big debut… which will never come because I am emotionally shy and socially allergic to sincerity.

The Fake Scenario That Ruined My Mood

Nothing happened. Literally nothing  but my brain said, “What if something did happen?” And then it created a whole cinematic universe around it. Suddenly I was mad at someone for something they didn’t do, in a situation that didn’t exist, during a conversation that never happened. I was pacing around the house like a Victorian woman waiting for her husband to return from sea. By the time I snapped out of it, I had fully lived through a betrayal, a confrontation, a redemption arc, and a season finale. All because my brain said, “Let’s stir the pot for fun.”

The Truth Of It All Is…

Overthinking is my toxic trait and my creative superpower. It’s annoying, exhausting, and occasionally embarrassing but it also means I live life with a level of narrative depth most people only get from prestige television. I don’t just experience moments. I storyboard them. I don’t just feel emotions. I write them in italics. I don’t just imagine conversations. I produce entire seasons and honestly? If I’m going to overthink anyway, I might as well make it art.

XOXO,

Savi Monroe