RACING THOUGHTS

I hate when I have racing thoughts. In a matter of seconds, my brain thinks of a million different things- all sorts of weird shit, mostly depressing, like someone getting hit by a bus or a homeless person on a cold winter night or a mother bird watching her baby bird get swept away by a giant hawk...  It's so draining. But I can't control it.
Other times, the racing thoughts turn into long drawn-out daydreams. (Mostly tragic, of course.) I'll think about falling off a cruise ship or something... at night... The ship is getting further away and I'm yelling for help but nobody can hear me. I'm watching the lights getting dimmer and dimmer... I start to panic. The water is cold and dark and deep and there are sharks lurking below me, ready to bite off my legs. How long can I tread water until hyperthormia set in? Will the sharks get me first? I realize my lifeguard certificate expired sometime back in the 90's... I should've renewed it!
Suddenly, my cell phone rings. It's my mother. She wants to know if I'm coming for dinner. I try to answer her but I'm out of breath from drowning. Not being able to breathe makes me think about getting stuck in an elevator without any ventilation on a hot summer night... a rat appears out of nowhere in the corner of the elevator... staring at me with those creepy red eyes...
"Amy? Why are you out of breath? It sounds like your jogging or something..." My mother asks me, snapping me back to reality again.

I HATE RACING THOUGHTS.