My Brain Is a Group Chat — Here Are the Highlights
Featuring chaos, clarity, and that one friend who always stirs the pot.
If you ever want to understand the true nature of a woman, ask her what her inner world sounds like.
Mine? It’s a group chat. A full one. Muted, of course. But active in a way that defies science, sleep schedules, and common sense.
People assume quiet girls have quiet minds. Absolutely not. If anything, the quiet ones have the loudest internal conversations. We just don’t broadcast them, because we aren’t trying to be the main character of the universe. Just our own lives…most days.
Here’s a little curated glimpse into the ongoing group chat inside my head — unedited, unmuted, and apparently online 24/7.
The Dramatic One
This girl texts in all caps and thinks every inconvenience is a plot twist written personally for her character development.
“WHY DID I LEAVE MY APARTMENT TODAY? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE HUMAN INTERACTION??”
She is wrong. And yet she is valid.
The Therapist Friend
She’s calm.
She’s wise.
She texts paragraphs.
“Maybe you’re not overwhelmed. Maybe you’re simply processing more data than your nervous system can hold at once. Try breathing.”
She’s the reason I’m not crying under a table in Target.
The Femme Fatale Who Needs to Be Supervised
She sends messages like:
“just send the thirst trap lol”
“he’s obsessed with you and it’s obvious”
She’s also responsible for 90% of my confidence and 100% of my questionable decisions.
The ADHD Bestie
She’s off-topic. Always.
“We need oat milk.”
“Why is the moon so bright??”
“Let’s move to Italy and become mysterious.”
“Where is my phone?”
(From her phone.)
Icon. Legend. Liability.
The Quiet Observer
She’s the one who actually runs the place.
She’s the reason I notice the way someone’s eyes soften when they speak.
The reason I remember the exact tone someone used when they said my name.
The reason I can walk into a room and feel everything that isn’t being said.
She doesn’t text often.
But when she does, it changes the whole chat.
The Girl I’m Becoming
She’s new here.
Soft-spoken but steady.
She writes things like:
“you handled that better than you think”
“you’re allowed to want more”
“you don’t have to shrink today”
“be proud — she would be”
She speaks with a calm that feels foreign and familiar at the same time. She doesn’t yell. She doesn’t panic. She doesn’t fight the world — she just stands in her own.
This girl is wild grace.
This girl is why I’m still here.
The Truth Behind the Chaotic Group Chat
My mind is not peaceful. It’s not always pretty. It’s not arranged in neat, inspirational-bullet-journal order.
But it’s mine. It’s layered, curious, overwhelming, brilliant, soft, and alive.
And maybe that’s the real magic. Not quieting the noise, but learning to listen to the right voices.
Especially the one who’s gently learning not just to survive but to belong to herself.