Licensed to Overthink

We spend half an hour confidently taking apart conspiracy theories, then run the exact same format on the myths people believe about anxiety — and discover we'll debunk anything except the thing we've already decided about ourselves.  

This week Brittany and Becca get into the distance between wanting to be somewhere and actually getting there, and why the person who walks in forty minutes late just did the hardest thing in the room.

Everything you say to help a spiraling friend is making it worse. Brittany and Becca rank the damage, plead guilty, and get to what your friend actually needs instead.  

Two therapists hold court on everything a person can, should, or shouldn't be afraid of, including a detailed and extremely confident plan for the zombie apocalypse. 

Your body only sends one signal, and you're the one who has to decide what it means. This week Brittany and Becca get into why anger is almost always the second emotion, and why good news shows up with the same symptoms as bad news.

Honesty makes somebody uncomfortable for about ninety seconds; the polite version costs you a little every day for years. This week Brittany and Becca get into why "fine" is autocomplete for the whole personality, and what happens when everyone who loves you is working from a file you edited.

Becca (Type A) and Brittany (Type B) spend an hour litigating ten years of grievances — the five-mile radius, the car left running for three hours — before arriving at the thesis that Type C, the organized-but-fun person everybody's aiming at, doesn't exist. It lands on Indiana: Brittany won't drive six miles for a better restaurant, but she drove twelve hours to move Becca, because the radius was...

One Plate, Two Responses, Zero Danger. Two therapists chase one perfect candied bacon across a whole metroplex, accidentally order pork belly, and then apologize to the waitress for not liking it. It's never really about the food — it's about texture, and about why saying "no thank you" feels riskier than swallowing something you hate.

You're a functioning adult until you walk into your childhood home, and four minutes later you're fourteen and asking permission to eat a granola bar. This week Brittany and Becca get into why families turn us back into our teenage selves — the roles you got cast in before you could drive, the science of holiday dread, and why the black sheep is usually just the one who stopped playing along. You...

This week, the hosts investigate why our brains are terrible at naming feelings, why true crime can somehow be relaxing, and why being exhausted is sometimes the only thing that finally tells anxiety to clock out. It's a funny, surprisingly hopeful look at the difference between being aware of danger and volunteering to guard against it every second of the day.

One person walks in stressed, and now the whole room is stressed and nobody remembers why. That's the episode. Brittany and Becca get into emotional contagion — how panic spreads like a yawn you didn't agree to — through the office fire drill nobody called, the family group chat that plans a funeral over one checkup, and the airport gate achieving synchronized dread over an on-time flight. Then An...

Welcome to the 3 a.m. Olympics — where your brain, undefeated, medals nightly in events like Re-Litigating a Conversation From 2019 and Diagnosing Yourself With Everything. This week Brittany and Becca get into why the brain saves its best material for the middle of the night, the gap between the you that posts the photo and the you that's awake at 3 a.m., and why we love watching reality TV compl...

Two therapists who are, professionally speaking, just as anxious as everyone else. Part comedy, part therapy-you-didn't-schedule, every episode picks apart the wonderfully weird experience of being human and reminds you it was never just you. Pull up a chair. It's crowded in here.  We're therapists — but we're not your therapists. This is comedy, not clinical advice.