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I’ve been spiraling over this whole "who was my first" thing, and honestly, it’s driving me insane. I had so many doubts early on about whether it was actually with my current boyfriend or some random guy from way back. Even though I know deep down he’s my first and only—and that other guy was just one pathetic, failed attempt at something—this question has been haunting me for days. I’ve become obsessed, obsessively lurking through all those "first time" threads on this forum, obsessing over every tiny detail. I feel like I’ve completely lost it. I’ve poured my heart out to so many people here, explaining the whole story and how everything went down, and they’ve all looked me in the eye and told me, "Look, there's zero doubt, he really was your first." But even after hearing that, I can't stop the mental loop. I kept asking stupid questions until people finally snapped at me, basically telling me, "For the last time, it WAS your first, and if you still don't believe it, maybe you need to see a therapist."
I have no clue why I'm letting this get to me so much. Even when I logically know the truth, this constant anxiety and stress just won't let up. It's like I can't shake this feeling. Does anyone actually know how to stop these stupid intrusive thoughts? They really shouldn't be bothering me anymore at this point. The worst part is, while the actual thoughts aren't hitting as hard as they were, I still have this heavy, crushing weight on my chest and this overwhelming sense of dread that just won't go away.
I have no clue why I'm letting this get to me so much. Even when I logically know the truth, this constant anxiety and stress just won't let up. It's like I can't shake this feeling. Does anyone actually know how to stop these stupid intrusive thoughts? They really shouldn't be bothering me anymore at this point. The worst part is, while the actual thoughts aren't hitting as hard as they were, I still have this heavy, crushing weight on my chest and this overwhelming sense of dread that just won't go away.