Overthinking after a nice day

Do I have ADHD? Or is my mind, when I'm at home, just someone else's? It's impossible that there's always so much internal dialogue, anxiety, and anguish after a day that was completely peaceful!

I woke up at a good time, worked from home (I didn't even have to take a commute), was productive at work, left the house to take care of paperwork that usually takes time, but today was super quick. I had some quality alone time in a cute cafe eating delicious food. Then I met up with dear friends at a museum, chatted, and consumed art in a place I'd never been. I returned home at a good time, to a loving partner.

And now I'm here with a weight on my chest, replaying tiny moments, things that I know no one else cared about.

Worried about whether the micro-silences between one topic and another were awkward for my friends. Worried about whether the way I reacted to small frustrations regarding the gift I brought home hurt my partner's feelings. Worried about the form and quality of the photos I posted on Instagram. I'm worried about my siblings feeling left out of my social circle when they see these photos.

I'm worried about other friends, whom I haven't seen in a while, and I feel like I'll have to accept that they're in the past. I'm worried about loneliness and the lack of constant contact with friends. I'm worried about me and how hard it is doing something nice just for myself without feeling guilty.

Does everyone brood and scrutinize their day like this? Highlighting what they think was flawed and insufficient? Does everyone feel so heavy after a day that, for all intents and purposes, was perfect?

I don't remember being like this back then. Is it because ten years ago I drank every time I went out, or was I just naturally more relaxed and carefree?

- pamonia