It’s four-o’clock in the morning, and you’re still over-thinking and over-analyzing that minor mishap from days ago, wondering why you’re unable of letting things go. The next day, when asked to make a decision, you’re rethinking your every choice. Haven’t you always been wrong? Your love life is very indicative of that, and if asked for advice, you would most likely start every sentence with a self-deprecating remark because someone with your track record should veer away from steering others. Finally, it hits you, the moment of clarity that perhaps you’ve been waiting for since the moment you started having thoughts clouded with self-doubt and actions marred with unease: you decide to ask for help. 

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