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For some reason my brain decided to put overthinking on overdrive today 
It's so irritating please help :( it's literally making me cry

Help. I can't stop overthinking today

Por algún motivo, o meu cerebro decidiu poñer o sobrepensamento a toda máquina hoxe 
É tan irritante, por favor axuda :( estáme facendo chorar literalmente

Axuda. Non podo deixar de sobrepensar hoxe

Who Else Gets Anxious When Overthinking Any Scenario?

Quen máis se pon ansioso ao sobrepensar calquera escenario?

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

Sen sentido. Ou quizais demasiados sentidos. Demasiadas palabras simplemente atrapadas. Sigo volvendo á frase "Se un árbore cae no bosque e non hai ninguén ao redor para escoitalo, fai ruído?". Se hai moitos pensamentos pero nunca verbalizados, onde van os pensamentos? [Dentro do soma. A través do soma]

Reflexións

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.

Alguna vez notaches como, mentres o sol aínda está arriba, sentes que podes facer calquera cousa?
Todo parece posible, e a esperanza está ao alcance.
Pero cando cae a noite, e a lúa substitúe ao sol, todo cambia.
A soidade comeza a falar, os pensamentos escuros comezan a crecer, e de súpeto cada problema parece máis pesado do que era antes.
É raro como a noite pode facernos sentir tan perdidos.
Pero quizais non é porque seamos débiles—quizais é porque o silencio dá ás nosas emocións ocultas a oportunidade de ser escoitadas.
E así como cada noite finalmente dá paso á mañá, este sentimento tamén pasará.

Algunhas batallas son invisibles, suceden en silencio, cando o mundo está durmindo e a túa mente está ben despierta.

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

Para aqueles que sobrepensan todo como eu, deberías xogar a Sudoku, funciona como máxico e poderías escoitar música mentres xogas, perfecto

Sobrepensar

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

Necesitaba isto hoxe, necesitas isto hoxe, todo o mundo necesita isto hoxe!

I mean....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Quero dicir....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

🤐🥴😮‍💨

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...

O baleiro na miña vida fixo que os sons na miña cabeza sonasen máis alto, por moito que intente suprimirlos e dirixir a miña sobrepensamento cara a algo produtivo, os pensamentos tristes poden ser abrumadores, desmotivándome, incluso derramei lágrimas, sei que iso significa que son un ser humano, pero é só a dura realidade cando estás só...

A miúdo pregúntome se a miña vida podería ter sido mellor se volvese atrás no tempo para cambiar unha cousa, pero perdería moitas cousas que teño agora, aínda así penso, quizais sería máis feliz, ou máis triste...

Só necesito manter a cabeza erguida, avanzar, con sorte a vida abrirá un camiño ou algo onde as cousas se relaxen un pouco, e non estaría tan baleiro ~

Desexo que ninguén sintise o que eu sinto, atopa amigos que te valoren e aprecialos, non persigas aos equivocados, sei que non é fácil distinguir o falso do real, pero atoparás un camiño se prestas atención de cerca...

Abrumado últimamente...

🦋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

🦋Quen son eu? Boa pregunta.. Ti decides eu non daría as miñas suxestións... Como atopo a dirección correcta... Quen son eu?🦋

Pregunta Pregunta É O Nome

Anyone felt like this as well randomly?

Alguén sentiu isto tamén de forma aleatoria?

😭

Sinto que son unha persoa que pensa demasiado 😭

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)

No fondo dunha selva había un camiño.

Non era un camiño longo. De feito, en comparación coa infinita natureza que o rodeaba, era sorprendentemente curto. Con todo, poucas persoas camiñaban por el voluntariamente.

O camiño era estreito, cuberto de espinas e videiras. Cada paso esixía algo daqueles que o percorrían. Algunhas seccións requirían unha dolorosa honestidade. Outras forzaban ás persoas a enfrontarse a vellos arrepentimentos, vergonza enterrada, traumas non resoltos, conversas difíciles, dor, culpa ou ás persoas que feriron e que echaban de menos. Non era un camiño de distancia, senón de emoción.

Ao final do camiño había algo precioso.

Para algúns, era paz.

Para outros, perdón.

Para moitos, era familia.

As persoas que agardaban alí non podían camiñar o camiño por eles. Só podían agardar e esperar.

A maioría dos viaxeiros entraban na selva sabendo que o camiño estaba alí.

Pero non todos elixían camiñalo da mesma maneira.

Un home viu o camiño e correu.

Odiaba a dor, odiaba a incerteza, odiaba sentirse vulnerable. Quería que todo rematase. Atacou cada obstáculo con desesperación e forza, cargando a través de arbustos de espinas, esmagando videiras, negándose a descansar.

Convertiuse en obsesionado por alcanzar o final.

Canto máis corría, máis a selva loitaba de volta.

Cando finalmente chegou á súa familia, chegou rápido, pero a un custo. O seu corpo estaba cuberto de cortes. A súa roupa estaba rota. Estaba exhausto, desnutrido e apenas de pé.

Enfrentara as súas loitas, pero nunca as procesara verdadeiramente. Batérase con elas.

Gañou, quizais.

Pero non aprendeu delas.

Outro home mirou o mesmo camiño e deu a volta.

"Non hoxe," dixo.

A selva máis alá parecía máis fácil.

Havia lugares para sentar, xente co que beber, distraccións por todas partes. Sempre había outra festa, outra escusa, outra maneira de evitar pensar sobre o que agardaba nese camiño.

Os días convertéronse en meses.

Os meses convertéronse en anos.

A selva lentamente converteuse en fogar.

O home construiu un campamento entre as árbores. Sempre que o camiño viña á súa mente, afogaba o pensamento con ruído, entretemento, hábitos e confortos.

Co tempo deixou de notar canto se perdera.

A selva non o estaba ferindo de golpe.

Estaba levando pezas del lentamente.

A súa saúde.

O seu tempo.

O seu propósito.

A súa confianza.

Finalmente mirou nun arroio e apenas recoñeceu ao home que o miraba de volta.

O seu cabelo era gris.

O seu corpo estaba cansado.

O seu espírito desgastado.

O camiño seguía alí.

Exactamente onde sempre estivo.

Só que agora tiña menos forza para camiñalo.

Cando finalmente chegou ao final, moitos anos despois, a súa familia seguía alí.

Pero o tempo avanzara.

Os nenos que recordaba agora eran adultos.

Momentos foron perdidos.

Memorias nunca feitas.

O camiño nunca fora longo.

Só adiado.

Logo había un terceiro home.

Cando viu o camiño, aceptou o que era.

Sabía que ía ferir.

Sabía que habería bágoas, conversas difíciles, retrocesos e días nos que quixera rendirse.

Así que comezou a camiñar.

Non correndo.

Non escondéndose.

Camiñando.

Cando as espinas o cortaban, aprendeu delas.

Cando se cansaba, descansaba.

Cando o sol rompía entre as árbores, paraba para aprecialo.

Ría cando podía.

Choraba cando o necesitaba.

Pedia axuda cando estaba loitando.

E cada desafío facíao máis forte.

Non porque o camiño se fixese máis fácil.

Senón porque el se volvía máis capaz.

A selva seguía sendo difícil.

As emocións seguían sendo reais.

As conversas seguían sendo incómodas.

Con todo, cada paso construía resistencia en vez de levala.

Cando finalmente chegou ao final, estaba erguido.

Forte.

Saudable.

Conectado.

Non porque evitara o sufrimento, senón porque o enfrontou adecuadamente.

A súa familia abríguoo.

E

O Camiño (Historia)

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

Si, así que parece que durmir, sudoku, o que sexa, son tan temporais, non podes parar de sobrepensar, non pode deixarche sentar sen facer nada ao respecto, ou simplemente podes sentar agardando por iso, oh, odio iso

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...

Quero dicir, nun punto aleatorio do día "Imagina que un día comezas a recibir DMs porque de súpeto te fixeches moi coñecido e famoso polas cousas que creas"...

Entón diría "será difícil saber quen é real e quen non, desexaría poder establecer conexións antes de que todo iso aconteza, e se acontece, entón supoño que establecerei límites ou algo así" e logo dígome a min mesmo "sabes que, non pensemos, centrémonos no presente, o futuro é descoñecido, e o que fago agora dará forma ao meu futuro, segue facendo o que fago"

Aínda así, ese pensamento sempre vén e vai...

Unha desas reflexións que sempre andan na miña cabeza, aparecendo constantemente...

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

Estou cansado dunha maneira que o sono non pode solucionar.
O meu corpo descansa, pero a miña mente nunca o fai.
Demasiados pensamentos, demasiadas lembranzas, demasiñas batallas silenciosas sucedendo todas á vez.
A xente pensa que son distante, pero honestamente........
Só estou mentalmente exhausto de cargar todo eu só.

Estou Cansado

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

Blessing or curse at times

Ás veces sinto que a miña sobrepensamento pode ser unha espada de doble filo.

Bendición ou maldición ás veces

ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒⁿᵉˢ

Non esquezas as túas cabeceiras de teléfono

Overthinking at its finest

Pensar de máis na súa máxima expresión

Just thinkinn

Só pensar

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

Todos temos un refuxio secreto onde deixamos de lado a rumia compulsiva e a ansiedade. Cando o teu corpo comece a liberar oxitocina, sentiraste en paz e faraste sentir extraordinario.
E gozarás diso porque esa sensación está camiño de extinción como todas as boas cousas.

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

What is the dumbest thing you overthink about?

A miña - estiven ben ao elixir a miña carreira en Pcm? Na clase 10

Cal é a cousa máis tola na que pensas en exceso?

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

A xente di que é sobrepensar, pero eu digo que predicimos o futuro máis facilmente

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

A miúdo necesitas deixar de pensar e aprender a saír da túa cabeza e simplemente soltar

Even writing this post took a lot of thinking 😭

Tell me how to stop overthinking

Ata escribir este post levou moito pensar 😭

Dime como deixar de sobrepensar

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.

Quais son algúns consellos que recibiches sobre o sobrepensamento? Que funciona e que non?

Deixemos asar e destruir algúns consellos convencionais sobre o sobrepensamento.

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

Ninguén vai vir a salvarte, ningún amigo ou familiar vai vir a salvarte do teu sobrepensamento
Non penses máis porque só te manterá abaixo e non podes facer nada ao respecto
Sé que soa duro, pero necesitamos aceptalo

Controla a ti mesmo

I'm thinking about cutting my dread locs off

Locs

Estou a pensar en cortar os meus dread locs

😴😴

Positively overthinking

Pensando positivamente en exceso

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

Can't sleep

Cando tes tanto na cabeza como: "DEIXAME DURMIR!!! DEIXAME EN PAZ!!"

Non podo durmir

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

Penso demasiado e aínda así actúo como alguén que non pensou nada 🙌

memes

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

"Estás enojado comigo?" - eu, todos os días a cada persoa coa que interactúo 😅🙃

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...

Que pasaría se a persoa que podería facerte o máis feliz do mundo, que podería facerte sentir o máis afortunado cada vez que te espertases con ela cada mañá, é alguén cuxo perfil xa desprazaches?

Non che gustou algo no seu perfil.

Non tiña suficientes fotos boas.

Dixo "ola", pero ignoraches o mensaxe.

Desplazaches o seu perfil e, en consecuencia, desprazaches a fermosa historia de amor, a vida de risas e bágoas, e a oportunidade de envellecer co amor da túa vida.

...

Só me pregunto se son o único que pensa nisto. 🤣

Que pasaría se xa te atopases co teu alma xemelga...

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. 🗣🎸🤘🏼

Agora, perdóname mentres sobrepenso a miña resposta a cada outra interacción en persoa non desexada. 😬😮‍💨

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

Unha solicitude "suave".. para enviar mensaxes e non chamar. 🗣🎸🤘🏼

Unha comunidade de Boo para coñecer a persoas interesadas en Overthinking.

Comunidade de Overthinking

Axuda. Non podo deixar de sobrepensar hoxe

Quen máis se pon ansioso ao sobrepensar calquera escenario?

Reflexións

Algunhas batallas son invisibles, suceden en silencio, cando o mundo está durmindo e a túa mente está ben despierta.

Sobrepensar

Necesitaba isto hoxe, necesitas isto hoxe, todo o mundo necesita isto hoxe!

🧠 🌪️

Rechazándome antes de coñecerme 😂

Antes de ir a durmir, lembra que: - Pensar en exceso cansa - Fixeches o teu mellor hoxe - Deixa de preocuparte por cousas que non podes controlar

Quizais estou sobrepensando

Teño unha pregunta

Inténtao ao máximo..