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Who Else Gets Anxious When Overthinking Any Scenario?

Wa't oars ek benaud wurdt by it oerthinken fan elke scenario?

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

Gjin punt. Of miskien te folle punten. Te folle wurden gewoan fêstlein. Ik kom altyd werom op de útdrukking "As in beam yn it bosk falt en der is nimmen om it te hearren, makket it dan in lûd?". As der in soad gedachten binne mar noait ferbale, wêr geane de gedachten hinne? [Yn de soma. Troch de soma]

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

Foar dyjingen dy't alles oerthinke lykas ik, moatte jo Sudoku spylje, it wurket as magy en jo kinne muzyk hearre wylst jo spylje, perfekt

Oerthinken

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

Ik hie dit hjoed nedich, jo hawwe dit hjoed nedich, elkenien hat dit hjoed nedich!

I mean....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Ik bedoel....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

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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...

De leechte yn myn libben makke de lûden yn myn holle lûder, sa't ik besykje om se te ûnderdrukken en myn oerthinken yn wat produktiefs te rjochtsjen, de tryste gedachten kinne oerweldigjend wêze, demotivearje my, ik ferlies sels triennen, ik wit dat it betsjut dat ik in minske bin, mar it is gewoan in hurde realiteit as jo allinnich binne...

Soms freegje ik my ôf oft myn libben better west hawwe soe as ik werom yn 'e tiid gien wie om ien ding te feroarjen, mar dan soe ik in soad dingen ferlieze dy't ik no ha, dochs tink ik, miskien soe ik gelokkiger wêze, of mear tryst...

Ik moat gewoan myn holle heech hâlde, foarútgean, hooplik sil it libben in paad iepenje of wat dêr't dingen in bytsje makliker wurde, en it soe net folle leech wêze ~

Ik winskje dat gjinien fiele soe wat ik fiel, fyn freonen dy't jo weardearje, en wurdearje se, jaag net efter de ferkearde, ik wit dat it net maklik is om de falske fan 'e echte te ûnderskieden, mar jo sille in wei fine as jo goed omtinken jaan...

Oerweldige lêst...

🦋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

🦋Wa bin ik? Goede Vraag.. Jo beslute Ik soe myn suggestjes net... Hoe fyn ik de goede rjochting... Wa bin ik?🦋

Vraag Vraag Is De Namme

Anyone felt like this as well randomly?

Hat immen dit ek random fielt?

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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)

Dei djip yn in jungle lei in paad.

It wie gjin lang paad. Yn feite, fergelike mei de einleaze natuer om it hinne, wie it ferrassend koart. Doch in pear minsken rûnen it frijwillich.

It paad wie smel, oerwoeksen mei doarren en lianen. Elke stap frege wat fan dyjingen dy't it rûnen. Guon seksjes fereasken pynlike earlikheid. Oaren twongen minsken om âlde spyt, begroeven skamte, net-oplosse trauma, dreech petear, ferlies, skuld, of de minsken dy't se sear dien hiene en misten, yn 'e eagen te sjen. It wie gjin paad fan ôfstân, mar fan emoasje.

Aan 'e ein fan it paad stie wat kostber.

Foar guon wie it frede.

Foar oaren, ferjouwing.

Foar in soad wie it famylje.

De minsken dy't dêr wachte koene it paad net foar harren rinne. Se koene allinnich wachtsje en hoopje.

De measte reizgers giene de jungle yn wittende dat it paad der wie.

Mar net elkenien keas om it op deselde manier te rinnen.

Ien man seach it paad en sprinte.

Hy hate de pine, hate de ûnwissichheid, hate it gefoel kwetsber te wêzen. Hy woe dat it foarby wie. Hy oanfoel elke obstakel mei fertriet en krêft, troch doarrenbusken hinne, troch lianen hinne, weigerjend om te rêsten.

Hy waard obsedeare om it ein te berikken.

Hoe rapper er rûn, hoe mear de jungle weromfjochte.

Doe't er syn famylje berikte, wie er fluch oankaam, mar tsjin in priis. Syn lichem wie bedekt mei snijen. Syn klean wiene skansearre. Hy wie útwreide, ûnderfied en hast net mear stean kinnen.

Hy hie syn striidings ûnderfûn, mar hy hie se nea echt ferwurke. Hy hie se bestriid.

Wûn, miskien.

Mar net fan harren leard.

In oare man seach nei itselde paad en draaide him om.

"Net hjoed," sei er.

De jungle dêrbûten liket makliker.

Der wiene plakken om te sitten, minsken om mei te drinken, ôfliedingen oeral. Der wie altyd in oare feest, in oare útspraak, in oare manier om te foarkommen te tinken oer wat der op dat paad wachte.

Dagen waarden moannen.

Moannen waarden jierren.

De jungle waard langsaam thús.

De man boude himsels in kamp tusken de beammen. Wannear't it paad yn 'e gedachten kaam, drowned er de gedachte mei lûd, ferdivedaasje, gewoanten en komfort.

Oer tiid stopte er mei it opmerke hoe ferlern er wurden wie.

De jungle hurt him net yn ien kear.

It naam stikken fan him langsaam.

Syn sûnens.

Syn tiid.

Syn doel.

Syn fertrouwen.

Uteinlik seach er yn in stream en herkende de man dy't him weromstie amper.

Syn hier wie griis.

Syn lichem wurch.

Syn geast fersleten.

It paad wie der noch.

Precies dêr't it altyd west hie.

Allinnich no hie er minder krêft om it te rinnen.

Doe't er einlings it ein berikte, in soad jierren letter, wie syn famylje der noch.

Mar de tiid wie foarbygien.

De bern dy't er him herinnerde wiene no folwoeksen.

Mominten wiene mist.

Herinneringen wiene nea makke.

It paad wie nea lang west.

Allinnich fertrage.

Doe wie der in tredde man.

Doe't er it paad seach, akseptearre er wat it wie.

Hy wist dat it sear dwaan soe.

Hy wist dat der tranen, dreech petear, tebekslach en dagen wiene dat er opjaan woe.

Sa begûn er te rinnen.

Net sprinten.

Net ferburgen.

Rinnen.

Doe't de doarren him sniene, learde er fan harren.

Doe't er wurch waard, rêste er.

Doe't de sinne troch de beammen brekke, stopte er om it te wurdearjen.

Hy lachte wannear't er koe.

Hy tearsde w

It Paad (Ferhaal)

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

Ja, it liket derop dat sliepen, sudoku, wat dan ek, sa tydlik is, jo kinne net oerthinke stopje, it lit jo net sitte sûnder der wat oan te dwaan, of jo kinne gewoan sitte en wachtsje derop, oh god, ik ha it leaver net.

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

Ik bin moai op in manier dy't sliep net reparearje kin.
 myn lichem rêst, mar myn geast docht dat nea.
Te folle gedachten, te folle oantinkens, te folle stille striden dy't tagelyk barre.
Minsken tinke dat ik ôfstânlik bin, mar earlik........
Ik bin gewoan mentaal útwreide fan it dragen fan alles allinnich.

Ik bin moai

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

Blessing or curse at times

Soms fiel ik my as myn oerthinken in twasneedige swurd wêze kin.

Segen of ferfluch soms

ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒⁿᵉˢ

Overthinking at its finest

Oerthinken op syn moaiste

Just thinkinn

Gewoan tinke

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

Wy hawwe allegearre in geheime haven wêr't wy de kompulsive ruminaasje en de angst stapelje. As jo ​​lichaam begjint oxytocin te realisearjen, sille jo frede fiele en jo ekstraordinêr fiele.
En jo sille derfan genietsje, om't dat gefoel op 'e wei is nei útstjerren lykas alle goede dingen

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

What is the dumbest thing you overthink about?

Mine - wie ik goed oer it kiezen fan myn karriêre yn Pcm? Yn klasse 10

Wat is it domste ding dêr'tsto oer neitinkst?

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

Minsken sizze dat it oerthinken is, mar ik sis dat wy de takomst makliker foarsizze.

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

Soms moatte jo stopje mei tinken en leare om út jo holle te kommen en gewoan los te litten

Even writing this post took a lot of thinking 😭

Tell me how to stop overthinking

Sels it skriuwen fan dit berjocht naam in soad tinken 😭

Feroarje my hoe't ik oerthinken stopje kin

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.

Wat binne wat advizen dy't jo krigen hawwe oer oerthinken? Wat wurket en wat net?

Litte wy wat mainstream advizen oer oerthinken roasterje en ferneatigje.

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

Der komt nimmen om dy te rêden, gjin freon of famylje komt om dy te rêden fan dyn oerthinken
Tink net mear, want it sil dy allinnich mar ûnderbrocht hâlde en jo kinne der neat oan dwaan
Ik wit dat it hurd klinkt, mar wy moatte it akseptearje

Kontrolearje josels

I'm thinking about cutting my dread locs off

Locs

Ik tink derom om myn dread locs ôf te knippen

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Positively overthinking

Posityf oerthinke

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

Can't sleep

As jo sa folle op jo gedachten hawwe lykas: "LIT ME SLIEPE!!! LIT ME ALLINNE!!"

Kin net sliepe

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

Ik tink te folle en hannelje noch altyd as immen dy't net tocht hat 🙌

memes

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

"Bist der kwaad op my?" - ik, alle dagen tsjin elkenien mei wa't ik ynteraksje ha 😅🙃

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...

Wat as de persoan dy't jo de gelokkichste yn 'e wrâld meitsje koe, dy't jo de meast gelokkige fielde koe elke kear dat jo elke moarn mei harren wekker waarden, immen is fan waans profyl jo al swiped hawwe?

Jo fûnen wat op harren profyl net leuk.

Se hiene net genôch goede foto's.

Se seine "hi", mar jo negearre it berjocht.

Jo swiped harren profyl fuort en, as gefolch, swiped jo de moaie leafdesferhaal fuort, it libben fol laitsjen en tears, en de kâns om âld te wurden mei de leafde fan jo libben.

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Gewoan nijsgjirrich oft ik de iennige bin dy't hjir oer tinkt. 🤣

Wat as jo al jo sielmaat tsjinkommen binne...

Now, excuse me while i overthink my response to every other unwanted in person interaction. 😬😮‍💨

#socialanxiety #overthinking #adhd #metal #metalhead #rock #music #comedy #humor #vibes #universal #communication

A "gentle" request.. to text and not call. 🗣🎸🤘🏼

No, ferjou my wylst ik myn antwurd oerthink op elke oare net-winske yn persoan ynteraksje. 😬😮‍💨

#socialanxiety #overthinking #adhd #metal #metalhead #rock #music #comedy #humor #vibes #universal #communication

In "gentle" ferhaal.. om te tekstberjochten en net te beljen. 🗣🎸🤘🏼

How many overthinkers are here? ❤️‍🩹

Hoeveel oerthinkers binne hjir? ❤️‍🩹

Good thing I'm not dramatic *cries in Gemini* 

#anxiety #mentalhealth #overthinking #life

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Goed ding dat ik net dramatysk bin *huilt yn Gemini* 

#anxiety #mentalhealth #overthinking #life

Overthinking Community

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Wa't oars ek benaud wurdt by it oerthinken fan elke scenario?

Wonderings

Oerthinken

Ik hie dit hjoed nedich, jo hawwe dit hjoed nedich, elkenien hat dit hjoed nedich!

Ik bedoel....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Litte wy echt wêze (:

Gjinien kin my mear sear dwaan as myn oerthinkende geast.

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Miskien tink ik te folle nei

Besykje myn bêst..

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