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Psychology

Overthinking

overthinking

Just thinkinn

Pentsatu besterik ez

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Who Else Gets Anxious When Overthinking Any Scenario?

Nor gehiago antsietate egiten du edozein egoera pentsatzen duenean?

🧠 Me: I should stop overthinking..
🧠 Also me: But what if overthinking is how I survive?* 🙃

🧠 Ni: Pentsatzen gelditu beharko nuke..
🧠 Baina ni: Baina zer gertatzen da pentsatzea nola bizitzen naizen?* 🙃

No point. Or maybe too many points. Too many words just trapped. I keep coming back to the phrase "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?". If there are many thoughts but never verbalized, where do the thoughts go? [Into the soma. Through the soma]

Wonderings

Ez da puntu. Edo agian puntu gehiegi. Hitz gehiegi soilik harrapatuta. "Basoan zuhaitz bat erortzen bada eta inor ez badago entzuteko, soinurik egiten al du?" esaldira itzultzen naiz etengabe. Pentsamendu asko badaude baina inoiz adierazi ez badira, non doaz pentsamenduak? [Soma-ra. Soma bidez]

Pentsamenduak

Have you ever noticed how, while the sun is still up, you feel like you can do anything?
Everything seems possible, and hope feels within reach.
But when night falls, and the moon replaces the sun, everything changes.
Loneliness starts to speak, dark thoughts begin to grow, and suddenly every problem feels heavier than it did before.
It’s strange how the night can make us feel so lost.
But maybe it’s not because we are weak—maybe it’s because silence gives our hidden emotions a chance to be heard.
And just like every night eventually gives way to morning, this feeling too shall pass.

Some battles are invisible, they happen quietly, when the world is asleep and your mind is wide awake.

Noizbait ohartu al zara eguzkia oraindik altxatuta dagoenean, ezer egiteko gai zarela sentitzen duzunean?
Denak posible dirudi, eta itxaropena eskuragarri dagoela iruditzen zaizu.
Baina gaua iristen denean, eta ilargiak eguzkia ordezkatzen duenean, dena aldatzen da.
Bakerik eza hitz egiten hasten da, pentsamendu ilunak hazten hasten dira, eta bat-batean arazo bakoitza lehen baino astunagoa iruditzen zaizu.
Bitxia da nola gauak hain galduta sentiarazten gaituen.
Baina agian ez gara ahulak—agian isiltasunak gure ezkutuko emozioei entzun ahal izateko aukera ematen die.
Eta nola gau bakoitzak goizari bidea ematen dion, sentimendu hau ere pasatuko da.

For those who overthink everything like me, you should play Sudoku works as magic and could listen to music while playing, perfect

Nire moduko pentsamendu gehiegi dutenentzat, Sudoku jolastea magia bezala funtzionatzen du eta musika entzun dezakezu jolasten ari zaren bitartean, perfektua

Pentsamendu gehiegi

I needed this today, you need this today, everyone needs this today!

Gaur hau behar nuen, gaur hau behar duzu, gaur hau behar du denak!

I mean....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Esan nahi dut....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

🤐🥴😮‍💨

The emptiness in my life made the sounds in my head louder, as much as i try to suppress them and direct my overthinking into something productive, the sad thoughts can be overwhelming, demotivating me, i even shed tears, I know that it means I'm a human being, but it's just harsh reality when you're on your own...

Sometimes i wonder if my lofe could've been better if I went back in time to change one thing, but I would lose a lot of things that I have now, yet again I think, perhaps I would be happier, or be more sadder...

I just need to keep my head up, move forward, hopefully life will open up a path or something where things ease up a bit, and it wouldn't be much empty ~

I wish no one would feel what I feel, find friends that value you, and appreciate them, don't chase after the wrong ones, I know it's not easy to spot the fake from real, but you will find a way if you pay attention closely...

Overwhelmed lately...

Nire bizitzako hutsuneak nire buruan dauden soinuak handiagoak egiten ditu, ahalegin handia egiten dudan arren haiek zapaltzeko eta nire pentsamendu gehiegizkoak ezer produktibo batera bideratzeko, tristeak diren pentsamenduak gainezka etor daitezke, desmotibatzen naute, baita negar ere egin dut, badakit hori giza izaki bat naizela, baina benetako gogorra da bakarrik zaudenean...

Batzuetan pentsatzen dut nire bizitza hobea izan zitekeela atzera denbora joan eta gauza bat aldatuz, baina orain ditudan gauza asko galduko nituzke, berriro pentsatzen dut, agian pozago egongo nintzateke, edo tristeago...

Besterik ez dut behar burua altxatuta mantentzea, aurrera egitea, espero dut bizitzak bide bat edo zerbait irekiko duela non gauzak pixka bat arindu daitezkeen, eta ez litzateke hain hutsik izango ~

Inork ez dezala sentitu nik sentitzen dudana, aurkitu lagunak baloratzen zaituztenak, eta baloratu haiek, ez ibili okerrekin, badakit ez dela erraza faltsua benetatik bereiztea, baina modu bat aurkituko duzu arreta handiz jarriz...

Azkenaldian gainezka...

🦋Who am I? Good Question.. You decide I wouldn't my suggestions... How do I find the right direction... Who am I?🦋

Question Question Is The Name

🦋Nor naiz ni? Galdera ona.. Zu erabaki, ez nuke nire iradokizunak... Nola aurkitu dezaket norabide egokia... Nor naiz ni?🦋

Galdera Galdera Izena da

Anyone felt like this as well randomly?

Norbaitek halako sentimendua izan al du, kasualki?

😭

Barkatu pentsamendu gehiegi egiten dudalako 😭

Deep within a jungle lay a path.

It wasn't a long path. In fact, compared to the endless wilderness surrounding it, it was surprisingly short. Yet few people walked it willingly.

The path was narrow, overgrown with thorns and vines. Every step demanded something from those who walked it. Some sections required painful honesty. Others forced people to face old regrets, buried shame, unresolved trauma, difficult conversations, grief, guilt, or the people they had hurt and missed. It was not a path of distance, but of emotion.

At the end of the path stood something precious.

For some, it was peace.

For others, forgiveness.

For many, it was family.

The people waiting there could not walk the path for them. They could only wait and hope.

Most travellers entered the jungle knowing the path was there.

But not everyone chose to walk it the same way.

One man saw the path and sprinted.

He hated the pain, hated the uncertainty, hated feeling vulnerable. He wanted it over with. He attacked every obstacle with desperation and force, charging through thorn bushes, smashing through vines, refusing to rest.

He became obsessed with reaching the end.

The faster he ran, the more the jungle fought back.

By the time he reached his family, he had arrived quickly, but at a cost. His body was covered in cuts. His clothes were torn. He was exhausted, malnourished and barely standing.

He had faced his struggles, but he had never truly processed them. He had battled them.

Won, perhaps.

But not learned from them.

Another man looked at the same path and turned away.

"Not today," he said.

The jungle beyond seemed easier.

There were places to sit, people to drink with, distractions everywhere. There was always another party, another excuse, another way to avoid thinking about what waited on that path.

Days became months.

Months became years.

The jungle slowly became home.

The man built himself a camp amongst the trees. Whenever the path came to mind, he drowned the thought with noise, entertainment, habits and comforts.

Over time he stopped noticing how lost he had become.

The jungle wasn't hurting him all at once.

It was taking pieces of him slowly.

His health.

His time.

His purpose.

His confidence.

Eventually he looked into a stream and barely recognised the man staring back.

His hair was grey.

His body tired.

His spirit worn down.

The path was still there.

Exactly where it had always been.

Only now he had less strength to walk it.

When he finally reached the end, many years later, his family was still there.

But time had moved on.

The children he remembered were now adults.

Moments had been missed.

Memories never made.

The path had never been long.

Only delayed.

Then there was a third man.

When he saw the path, he accepted what it was.

He knew it would hurt.

He knew there would be tears, difficult conversations, setbacks and days when he wanted to quit.

So he began walking.

Not running.

Not hiding.

Walking.

When the thorns cut him, he learned from them.

When he grew tired, he rested.

When the sun broke through the trees, he stopped to appreciate it.

He laughed when he could.

Cried when he needed to.

Asked for help when he was struggling.

And each challenge made him stronger.

Not because the path became easier.

But because he became more capable.

The jungle was still difficult.

The emotions were still real.

The conversations were still uncomfortable.

Yet every step built resilience instead of taking it away.

When he finally reached the end, he stood tall.

Strong.

Healthy.

Grounded.

Not because he had avoided suffering, but because he had faced it properly.

His family embraced him.

And although the path had wounded him along the way, it had also shaped him.

The truth is that every person eventually notices the path.

Some rush through it and arrive broken.

Some spend years hiding from it and become lost in the jungle.

Others accept the challenge, walk it with patience, and allow it to transform them.

The path is rarely as long as we fear.

But the longer we avoid it, the larger the jungle becomes.

And no matter how far we wander, the path remains where it always was, waiting quietly for us to take the first step.

The Path (Story)

Sakonean, baso batean, bide bat zegoen.

Ez zen bide luze bat. Izan ere, inguruan zegoen baso amaigabearekin alderatuta, harritzekoa zen laburra. Hala ere, gutxi ziren bide hori borondatez ibiltzen zutenak.

Bidea estua zen, arto eta lianekin betea. Ibilitakoek pauso bakoitzak zerbait eskatzen zien. Zenbait atalak min ematen zuen egia eskatzen zuen. Beste batzuek jendea iraganeko damuak, lurperatutako lotsa, konpondu gabeko trauma, zailak ziren elkarrizketak, dolua, errua, edo min egin eta falta zituzten pertsonak aurrez aurre jartzen zuten. Ez zen distantziaren bide bat, baizik eta emozioen bide bat.

Bidearen amaieran zerbait preziatua zegoen.

Batzuentzat, bakea zen.

Beste batzuentzat, barkamena.

Askoentzat, familia zen.

Han zain zeuden pertsonak ezin zuten bide hori ibili. Itxaroten eta esperoan egon ziren.

Bidaiari gehienek basora sartzen ziren bidearen berri izanda.

Baina ez zuen inork bide hori ibiltzea aukeratu modu berean.

Gizon batek bidea ikusi eta korrika hasi zen.

Minari, ziurgabetasunari, ahultasunari gorroto zion. Amaitu nahi zuen. Desesperazio eta indarrez oztopo bakoitza erasotzen zuen, arto sasiak zeharkatuz, lianak haustuz, atsedenik hartu gabe.

Amaierara iristeko obsesionatuta geratu zen.

Azkarrago korrika egiten zuen, basoak gehiago borrokatzen zuen.

Familia iritsi zenean, azkar iritsi zen, baina kostu batekin. Bere gorputza mozketa guztiz beteta zegoen. Bere arropa puskatuak ziren. Nekatuta, elikatu gabe eta ia zutik ez zegoen.

Bere borrokak aurre egin zion, baina inoiz ez zuen benetan prozesatu. Borroka egin zuen.

Irabazi, agian.

Baina ez zuen ikasi.

Beste gizon batek bide bera ikusi eta itzuli zen.

"Ez gaur," esan zuen.

Basoa errazagoa iruditu zitzaion.

Erdian eseritzeko lekuak zeuden, edateko jendea, distrakzioak nonahi. Beti zegoen beste festa bat, beste aitzaki bat, beste modu bat bide horretan zegoenari buruz pentsatzea saihesteko.

Egunak hilabete bihurtu ziren.

Hilabeteak urte bihurtu ziren.

Basoa pixkanaka etxe bihurtu zen.

Gizonak zuhaitzen artean kanpamentu bat eraiki zuen. Bidea burura etorri zenean, pentsamendua zarata, entretenimendu, ohitura eta erosotasunekin murgildu zuen.

Denborarekin, nola galdu zen ez ohartzea utzi zuen.

Basoak ez zuen bat-batean min egiten.

Pixkanaka bere zatiak kentzen zituen.

Bere osasuna.

Bere denbora.

Bere helburua.

Bere konfiantza.

Azkenik, iturri batean begiratu zuen eta ia ez zuen ezagutu atzera begiratzen zuen gizona.

Bere ilea grisa zen.

Bere gorputza nekatuta zegoen.

Bere espiritua ahuldua.

Bidea oraindik han zegoen.

Betidanik egon den lekuan.

Orain, ordea, bide hori ibiltzeko indar gutxiago zuen.

Azkenik amaierara iritsi zenean, urte asko geroago, bere familia oraindik han zegoen.

Baina denbora aurrera joan zen.

Gogoan zituen haurrak orain helduak ziren.

Momentuak galdu ziren.

Memoriak inoiz sortu ez ziren.

Bidea inoiz ez zen luze izan.

Baina atzeratu zen.

Orduan, hirugarren gizon bat etorri zen.

Bidea ikusi zuenean, zer zen onartu zuen.

Min egingo zuela jakin zuen.

Llorak, elkarrizketa zailak, atzerapenak eta utzi nahi zuen egun batzuen berri izango zuela jakin zuen.

Beraz, ibiltzen hasi zen.

Ez korrika.

Bidea (Istorya)

Yeah so looks like sleeping, sudoku, whatever, are so temporary, you cannot stop overthink, it cannot let you sit down no doing anything about it, or you can just sit down waiting for it, oh godi hate it

Bai, beraz, lo egitea, sudoku, edozein, hain temporala dirudi, pentsamendu gehiegi gelditu ezin duzu, ez zaitu eserita uzten ezer egin gabe, edo besterik gabe eserita egon zaitezke horren zain, oh, gorroto dut hori

I mean at random point of the day "Imagine one day you're getting DMs because suddenly you've become very well known amd famous for the things you create"...

Then I'd say "it will hard to know who is real and who isn't, I wish I could make connections before any of that happens, and if it happens, then I guess I'll set boundaries or something" and then I tell myself "you know what, let's not think, let's just focus on present, future is unknown, and what I do now will shape my future, keep doing what i do"

Yet still, that thought always come and go...

One of these thoughts that always go around in my head, constantly popping up...

Esan nahi dut egunean zehar puntu aleatorio batean "Irudikatu egun batean DMak jasotzen dituzula, bat-batean sortzen dituzun gauzengatik oso ezaguna eta ospetsua bihurtu zarelako"...

Orduan esango nuke "zaila izango da nor den benetakoa eta nor ez, nahi nuke horrelako ezer gertatu baino lehen harremanak sortu ahal izatea, eta gertatzen bada, uste dut muga batzuk ezarri beharko ditudala edo zerbait" eta orduan esaten diot neure buruari "badakizu zer, ez pentsatu, etorkizunari ez diogu garrantzirik eman behar, orain egiten dudanak nire etorkizuna moldatuko du, jarraitu egiten dudanarekin" 

Hala ere, pentsamendu hori beti etorri eta joaten da...

Buruan beti dabilen pentsamenduetako bat, etengabe agertzen...

I'm tired in a way sleep can't fix.
My body rests, but my mind never does.
Too many thoughts,too many memories,too many silent battles happening all at once.
People think I'm distant, but honestly........
I'm just mentally exhausted from carrying everything alone.

I'm Tired

Neuretzat nekatuta nago loak ezin konponduko duen moduan.
Nire gorputza atseden hartzen du, baina nire buruak inoiz ez du.
Pentsamendu gehiegi, oroitzapen gehiegi, aldi berean gertatzen diren borroka isil gehiegi.
Jendeak uste du urrun nagoela, baina egia esanda........
Bakar-bakarrik dena eramateagatik mentalki nekatuta nago.

Neuretzat nekatuta nago

At times I feel like my overthinking can be a double edge sword.

Blessing or curse at times

Batzuetan, nire pentsamendu gehiegizkoa bi aldeko ezpata bat dela iruditzen zait.

Oparia ala madarikazioa batzuetan

ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒⁿᵉˢ

Ez ahaztu zure entzungailuak

Overthinking at its finest

Pentsamendu gehiegi onenean

We all have secret haven where we step the compulsive rumination and the anxiety. When your body will begin to realize oxytocin and you'll feel at peace and make you feel extraordinary.
And you will enjoy it because that feeling is on its way to extinction like all good things

Gizakiok sekretu leku bat dugu, non obsesiboa den pentsamendua eta antsietatea uzten ditugun. Zure gorputzak oxitoxina ekoizten hasiko denean, bakean sentituko zara eta bereziki sentiaraziko zaitu.
Eta disfrutatu egingo duzu, sentimendu hori desagertzeko bidean dagoelako, ondo dauden gauza guztien moduan.

Mine - was I right about selecting my career in Pcm ? In class 10

What is the dumbest thing you overthink about?

Nirea - egia al zen Pcm-n nire karrera hautatzea? 10. mailan

Zer da gehiegi pentsatzen duzun gauza txarrena?

People say it's overthinking but i say we predict future more easily

Jendeak dio pentsamendu gehiegi dela, baina nik esaten dut etorkizuna aurreikustea errazagoa dela

Sometimes you need to stop thinking and to learn to get out of your head and just let go

Batzuetan pentsatzea utzi eta burutik irteten ikasi behar duzu, eta besterik gabe askatu

Even writing this post took a lot of thinking 😭

Tell me how to stop overthinking

Post hau idaztea ere pentsatzeko asko kostatu zitzaidan 😭

Esan iezadazu nola gelditu pentsatzen gehiegi

What are some advices you have received on overthinking? What works and what doesn't?

Let us Roast and destroy some mainstream advises on overthinking.

Zer aholku jaso dituzu pentsamendu gehiegizkoari buruz? Zer funtzionatzen du eta zer ez?

Utzi dezagun erre eta suntsitu batzuk nagusiak diren pentsamendu gehiegizko aholkuak.

Nobody is coming to save you, no friend or family is coming to save you from your overthinking
Don't think more more cause it will keep you low only and you can't do anything about it
I know it's sounds harsh, but we need to accept it

Control yourself

Inork ez du etorriko salbatzera, ez lagunik ez familiarik etorriko da zure pentsamendu gehiegizkotik salbatzera
Ez pentsatu gehiago, izan ere, horrek soilik behera eramango zaitu eta ez duzu ezer egin dezakezu horren inguruan
Badakit gogorra iruditzen dela, baina onartu behar dugu

Egoera kontrolatu

I'm thinking about cutting my dread locs off

Locs

Nire dread locs moztea pentsatzen ari naiz

😴😴

Positively overthinking

Pentsamendu positiboa

When you got so much on your mind like: "LET ME SLEEP!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

Can't sleep

Buruan hainbeste pentsatzen duzunean, hala nola: "LO EGIN NAHI DUT!!! UTZI NIREKIN!!!"

Lo egin ezin

I think too much and still act like someone who didn’t think at all 🙌

Pentsatzen dut gehiegi eta hala ere, pentsatu ez zuen baten moduan jokatzen dut 🙌

memes

"Are you mad at me?" - me, everyday to every person I interact with 😅🙃

#pentsamendu_gehiak #ansietatea #barregarria #bizitza

"Has zaude haserre nirekin?" - ni, egunean behin, elkarreragiten dudan pertsona guztiei 😅🙃

What if the person who could've made you the happiest in the world, who could've made you feel the luckiest everytime you woke up with them every morning, is someone whose profile you already swiped on?

You didn't like something on their profile.

They didn't have enough good photos.

They said "hi", but you ignored the message.

You swiped their profile away and, consequently, swiped away the beautiful love story, the lifetime of laughter and tears, and the chance to grow old with the love of your life.

...

Just wondering if I'm the only one who thinks about this. 🤣

What if you already came across your soulmate...

Zer gertatuko litzateke munduko zoriontsuena egin zitzakeen pertsona, goizero haiekin esnatu zenean zorte handiena sentiarazteko gai zen pertsona, jada irristatu duzun profila izatea?

Ezer ez zaizu gustatu haien profil batean.

Ez zuten irudi onik nahikoa.

"Kaixo" esan zuten, baina mezua baztertu zenuen.

Haien profila irristatu zenuen eta, ondorioz, maitasun istorio ederraren, barre eta negar bizitzakoaren, eta zure bizitzako maitasunarekin zahartzeko aukera irristatu zenuen.

...

Besterik gabe, ni naiz hau pentsatzen duen bakarra? 🤣

Zer gertatuko litzateke zure arima matea aurkitu baduzu jada...

A Boo community for meeting other Overthinking enthusiasts.

Overthinking Community

Pentsatu besterik ez

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Nor gehiago antsietate egiten du edozein egoera pentsatzen duenean?

🧠 Ni: Pentsatzen gelditu beharko nuke.. 🧠 Baina ni: Baina zer gertatzen da pentsatzea nola bizitzen naizen?* 🙃

Pentsamenduak

Some battles are invisible, they happen quietly, when the world is asleep and your mind is wide awake.

Maite ❤️

Agian pentsatzen ari naiz gehiegi

Galdera bat daukat

Saiatu Nire Onena..

Arazorik

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