I can speak out of turn. Or do something wrong. I am human after all. It's what humans do. They make mistakes.
I wish that logic could be that simple for my mind to grasp. But anxiety usually takes over. Always takes over.
I ruminate. Stew. Question my intentions. What at that exact moment of indiscretion I was thinking, doing. Always a question of why. I beat myself up. Wonder when and if I will suffer forever for what I have done. Over and over I go over myself. An endless cycle.
I think that sometimes it would great to be JUST human. To be like those who can brush it off. Go about your day. Learn from mistakes and carry on.