Today I’m having lots of “what if” thoughts. I think that’s called catastrophising, but whatever it is, it’s making me panic.
What if I can’t answer the question on my exam on Monday?
What if I fail the exam?
What if I fail my degree?
What if I can’t go into clinical psychology because my grades aren’t good enough?
What if I’m not strong enough to go into clinical psychology anyway?
What if I mess it all up?
What if I do all of this, and then I realise I don’t want to do it anymore?
What if I’m just useless and a failure?
The real answer is “then it happens”.
There’s nothing I can do about it now, and if it happens then I will have to deal with it.
It’s amazing how one little thought spirals out of control, until you’re questioning your entire being and the meaning of life!
Maybe I should spend less time panicking about “what if”s and more time revising… but that would be too sensible wouldn’t it? 😛
Back to the books I go…