Overthinkers, what was your most satisfying, told you so, moment? My boyfriend, who has zero

history of seizures, narrowly escaped dying from one because my overthinking led me to break into

his house when he didn't answer the phone. My overthinking had begun a few nights prior. He

mentioned that he bit his tongue in his sleep and woke up with a

bloody pillow and sore mouth, but he had no memory of it happening. That, for some reason, led my

overthinking brain to question, wow, did he have a seizure and just not realize it? He has zero

history of seizures, and we'd been together multiple years. Didn't live together, but spent

nights together. And I had never seen a hint of a seizure. But for some reason, this stuck in my mind.

Fast forward two days. We usually don't hang out in the morning because he likes to sleep in late.

But on this day, we had an appointment to go and see a specific dog at the shelter that I was thinking of adopting.

He wouldn't answer the phone that morning.

I called multiple times before I went to his place, but he never picked up.

I started getting a bad feeling, but I quelled the he's having a seizure thought because that was so clearly unlikely.

And meanwhile I was making an action plan for that

very scenario.

I got to his house and he wouldn't answer, so in a completely not-me-crazy girlfriend move,

I climbed over his fence.

Luckily, his door was unlocked.

I found him unconscious and unresponsive, lying on his back with the sticky remnants of foam all around

his mouth. I jumped into action. I rolled him on his side to help curb aspiration, put a pillow

under his shoulder to keep him in that position, and called the ambulance. Had I not hopped the

fence to get in? Had I not driven over when he didn't pick up the phone? Had we not had plans to

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