I obsess about being perceived as mentally ill/handicapped, and this was a reason why I applied for psychotherapy few days ago. During the therapy, I mentioned that I consider myself a lucky person, even though I don't believe in luck, just the events of life were sometimes favourable, but didn't mention this part. After the session, I started washing the dishes and felt the dread: I told my therapist that I believe in luck! That's magical thinking and now she is ought to think that I have schizophrenia. But while this part of my mind was trying to figure out how to fix my mistake, the other part of me was: ... dude, really? So I was ruminating and sweating while internally laughing about the stupidity of what was going on. Does anyone else do this?