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Overthinking

overthinking

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

Għal dawk li jikkunsidraw kollox bħal jien, għandek tilgħab Sudoku jaħdem bħala maġija u tista' tisma' mużika waqt li tilgħab, perfett

Ikkunsidra

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

Iva, allura jidher li l-irqad, is-sudoku, x'ikun, huma tant temporanji, ma tistax twaqqaf il-ħsieb eċċessiv, ma tistax tħallik tistrieħ mingħajr ma tagħmel xejn dwaru, jew tista' sempliċement tistrieħ tistenna għalih, oh kemm inħobbha.

Ħsieb eċċessiv

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)

Fil-fond ta' ġungla kien hemm mogħdija.

Ma kienx mogħdija twila. Fil-fatt, meta mqabbel mal-wilderness bla tmiem li madwarha, kienet sorprendentement qasira. Madankollu, ftit nies mxewha b'kuraġġ.

Il-mogħdija kienet stretta, imsaħħra bil-ħaxix u l-għajnejn. Kull pass talab xi ħaġa minn dawk li mxewha. Xi sezzjonijiet kienu jeħtieġu onestà ta' uġigħ. Oħra forzaw lin-nies jiffaċċjaw rimorsi antiki, xejra mħassra, traumi mhux solvuti, konversazzjonijiet diffiċli, tbatija, ħtija, jew in-nies li kienu ħarġu u n-nies li kienu jmissu. Ma kienx mogħdija ta' distanza, iżda ta' emozzjoni.

Fl-aħħar tal-mogħdija kien hemm xi ħaġa prezzjuża.

Għal xi ħadd, kienet paċi.

Għal oħra, maħfra.

Għal ħafna, kienet familja.

In-nies li kienu qed jistennew hemm ma setgħux jimxu l-mogħdija minnhom. Setgħu biss jistennew u jittamaw.

L-aktar vjaġġaturi daħlu fil-ġungla jafu li l-mogħdija kienet hemm.

Imma mhux kulħadd għażel li jimxiha l-istess mod.

Raġel wieħed ra l-mogħdija u sprinta.

Huwa kien iħobb il-ħsara, iħobb l-inċertezza, iħobb iħossu vulnerabbli. Huwa ried li jkun fi tmiemha. Huwa attakka kull ostaklu b'desperazzjoni u forza, jaħbat permezz ta' ħaxix, jinqata' permezz ta' għajnejn, ma riedx jistrieħ.

Huwa sar ossessjonat li jasal fl-aħħar.

Iktar ma kien jiġri, iktar il-ġungla kienet tiġġieled lura.

Meta wasal għall-familja tiegħu, kien wasal malajr, imma bi prezz. Il-ġisem tiegħu kien imsaħħar bil-kutugħ. Il-ħwejjeġ tiegħu kienu mqassra. Huwa kien eżawst, maħkuma u kważi qiegħed.

Huwa kien ffaċċja l-isfidi tiegħu, imma qatt ma kien verament ipproċessahom. Huwa kien battalja magħhom.

Rebaħ, forsi.

Imma ma tgħallimx minnhom.

Raġel ieħor ra l-istess mogħdija u mar lura.

"Le llum," qal.

Il-ġungla 'l barra dehret aktar faċli.

Kienu postijiet biex isibu, nies biex jixorbu magħhom, distrazzjonijiet kullimkien. Dejjem kien hemm festa oħra, skuża oħra, mod ieħor biex jevitaw jaħsbu dwar dak li kien jistenna fuq dik il-mogħdija.

Jiem saru xhur.

Xhur saru snin.

Il-ġungla bil-mod saret dar.

Ir-raġel bena kamp tiegħu fost is-siġar. Kull meta ġiet f'moħħu l-mogħdija, huwa għamel li jinsa l-ħsieb bil-ħoss, divertiment, abitudnijiet u kumditajiet.

Matul iż-żmien waqaf jinnota kemm kien mitluf.

Il-ġungla ma kienetx qed toqgħodlu f'waqtu.

Kienet tieħu biċċiet minnu bil-mod.

Is-saħħa tiegħu.

Il-ħin tiegħu.

Il-għan tiegħu.

Il-fiduċja tiegħu.

Fl-aħħar, huwa ħares f'xmara u kważi ma rikonoxxiex ir-raġel li kien qed jħares lura.

Il-ħarir tiegħu kien griż.

Il-ġisem tiegħu kien imtaqqab.

L-ispirtu tiegħu kien imniġġel.

Il-mogħdija kienet għadha hemm.

Eżatt fejn kienet dejjem.

Biss issa kellu inqas saħħa biex jimxiha.

Meta fl-aħħar wasal fl-aħħar, ħafna snin wara, il-familja tiegħu kienet għadha hemm.

Imma l-ħin kien għadda.

Il-bniet li rreġistraw kienu issa adulti.

Momenti kienu

Il-Mogħdija (Storja)

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

Ħadd mhu qed jiġi biex isalvak, l-ebda ħabib jew familja mhu qed jiġi biex isalvak mill-ħsieb eċċessiv tiegħek
Tħossokx aktar għax se żżommok baxx biss u ma tistax tagħmel xejn dwar dan
Naf li jinstema' iebes, imma għandna naċċettawh

Ikontrolla lilek innifsek

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

Qed inkwiet b'mod li l-irqad ma jistax jsolvi.
Il-ġisem tiegħi jistrieħ, imma l-moħħ tiegħi qatt ma jistrieħ.
Hawn ħafna ħsibijiet, ħafna memorji, ħafna battalji silenzjużi li qed iseħħu kollha fl-istess ħin.
In-nies jaħsbu li jien 'il bogħod, imma bil-verità........
Qed inkwiet mentalment minħabba li qed inġorr kollox waħdi.

Qed inkwiet

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

Naħseb wisq u xorta nħossni bħal xi ħadd li ma ħasebx xejn 🙌

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.

Qatt innotajt kif, waqt li x-xemx għadha għolja, tħoss li tista' tagħmel kollox?
Kollox jidher possibbli, u l-wegħda tħossok viċin.
Iżda meta l-lejl jaqa', u l-qamar jissostitwixxi l-xemx, kollox jinbidel.
Is-solitudni tibda titkellem, ħsibijiet skuri jibdew jikbru, u plottament kull problema tħossok aktar ħafif minn kif kienet qabel.
Huwa stramb kif il-lejl jista' jagħmelna nħossu tant mitlufa.
Iżda forsi mhux għax aħna dgħajfa—forse għax is-silenzju jagħti ċ-ċans lill-emozzjonijiet moħbija tagħna biex jinstemgħu.
U bħalma kull lejl fl-aħħar jagħti triq għall-għodu, din il-ħsieb ukoll se jgħaddi.

Xi battalji huma invisibbli, jiġru bil-mod, meta d-dinja tkun torqod u moħħok ikun miftuħ.

I'm thinking about cutting my dread locs off

Locs

Qed naħseb li nqata' l-lokki dread tiegħi

💭

Who Else Gets Anxious When Overthinking Any Scenario?

Min Ieħor Iħoss Ansjetà Meta Jikkunsidra Kull Xenarju?

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

🧠 Jien: Għandi nħalli l-ħsieb eċċessiv..
🧠 Anki jien: Imma x'jiġri jekk il-ħsieb eċċessiv hu l-mod kif nissaħħaħ?* 🙃

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

M'hemm l-ebda punt. Jew forsi ħafna punti. Għadd ta' kliem biss maħluqa. Nkompli nerġa' niġri lura għall-frażi "Jekk siġra tonqos fil-foresta u ħadd m'hu madwarha biex jisma', tagħmel ħoss?". Jekk hemm ħafna ħsibijiet iżda qatt ma ġew espressi, fejn imorru l-ħsibijiet? [Fil-soma. Permezz tas-soma]

Ħsibijiet

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

Kelli bżonn dan illum, int bżonn dan illum, kulħadd bżonn dan illum!

I mean....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Nifhem....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

🤐🥴😮‍💨

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...

L-vojt fil-ħajja tiegħi għamel is-sounds fil-ħsieb tiegħi iktar qawwi, kemm nixtieq inżommhom taħt kontroll u niddirezzja l-iktar ħsibijiet tiegħi f'xi ħaġa produttiva, il-ħsibijiet sad jistgħu jkunu mġarrfa, demotivanti, anke nħoss id-dmugħ, naf li jfisser li jien bniedem, imma huwa biss realtà iebsa meta tkun waħdek...

Xi drabi nistaqsi jekk il-ħajja tiegħi setgħet tkun aħjar kieku morna lura fil-ħin biex nibdlu xi ħaġa, imma nista' nitlif ħafna affarijiet li għandi issa, madankollu naħseb, forsi nkun iktar kuntent, jew iktar imdejjaq...

Bżonn biss inżomm rasi 'l fuq, inqum 'il quddiem, nittama li l-ħajja tiftaħ triq jew xi ħaġa fejn l-affarijiet jissimplifikaw ftit, u ma jkunx tant vojta ~

Nixtieq li ħadd ma jħoss dak li jien inħoss, sib ħbieb li japprezzawk, u apprezzahom, ma chasex wara l-ħżiena, naf li mhuwiex faċli li tidentifika l-fals mill-veru, imma se ssib mod jekk tħares attentament...

Mġarrfa riċentement...

🦋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

🦋Min jien? Mistoqsija Tajba.. Inti tiddeċiedi, ma nistax inkun il-proposti tiegħi... Kif insib id-direzzjoni t-tajba... Min jien?🦋

Mistoqsija Mistoqsija Huwa l-Isem

Anyone felt like this as well randomly?

Kullħadd ħass bħal dan ukoll b'mod każwali?

😭

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...

Nixtieq ngħid f'punt każwali tal-ġurnata "Immaġina li darba qed tikseb DMs għax f'daqqa waħda int sirt magħruf ħafna u famuż għall-affarijiet li toħloq"...

Imbagħad ngħid "se jkun diffiċli li naf min hu reali u min mhux, nixtieq li nista' nagħmel konnessjonijiet qabel ma jiġri xi ħaġa bħal din, u jekk jiġri, allura nista' nistabbilixxi xi limiti" u mbagħad ngħid lil minni nnifsi "taf x'inhu, ejja ma naħsibx, ejja niffokaw fuq il-preżent, il-futur huwa mhux magħruf, u dak li nagħmel issa se jiffurma l-futur tiegħi, kompli tagħmel dak li nagħmel"

Madankollu, dik il-ħsieb dejjem tiġi u tgħaddi...

Waħda minn dawn il-ħsibijiet li dejjem iġorru f'rasi, kontinwament joħorġu...

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

Blessing or curse at times

F'ċerti drabi nħoss li l-ħsieb eċċessiv tiegħi jista' jkun spada b'żewġ naħat.

Barka jew kors f'ċerti drabi

ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒⁿᵉˢ

Qatt ma tinsa l-iskrin tiegħek

Overthinking at its finest

Il-ħsieb eċċessiv fil-aqwa tiegħu

Not everyone deserves to see the version of you that feels everything deeply.

Sometimes it's not about being hard to get.  
It's about protecting the parts of you that few can even begin to understand.

And maybe... just maybe...  
you're still waiting for someone who sees *through* the silence — not just hears the words.

The Version of Me You’ll Never Meet.

Mhux kulħadd jistħoqqlu jarah il-versjoni tiegħek li tħoss kollox fil-fond.

Xi drabi mhix dwar li tkun diffiċli biex tinkiseb.  
Hija dwar li tipproteġi l-parti tiegħek li ftit jistgħu jibdew jifhmu.

U forsi... sempliċement forsi...  
int għadek qed tistenna lil xi ħadd li jarah *minn* is-silenzju — mhux biss jisimgħu l-kliem.

Il-Versjoni Tiegħi Li Qatt Ma Tiltaqa'.

Every single time.

Kull darba.

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

Aħna lkoll għandna post sigriet fejn nieqfu r-ruminazzjoni kompulsiva u l-ansjetà. Meta l-ġisem tiegħek jibda jifhem l-ossitocin u tħossok fil-paċi u tagħmel li tħossok eċċezzjonali.
U se tgawdiha għax dik il-ħass lilha hi fit-triq lejn l-estinzjoni bħall-affarijiet tajbin kollha

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

What is the dumbest thing you overthink about?

Tiegħi - kont sewwa meta għażilt il-karriera tiegħi fil-Pcm? Fil-klassi 10

X'inhu l-aktar ħaġa stupida li taħseb dwarha ħafna?

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

In-nies jgħidu li huwa taħlita ta' ħsieb iżda jien ngħid li aħna nippredikaw il-futur aktar faċilment

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

Xi drabi għandek bżonn tieqaf taħseb u titgħallem toħroġ minn rasok u sempliċement tħalliha tmur

Even writing this post took a lot of thinking 😭

Tell me how to stop overthinking

Anke li nikteb dan il-post ħa ħafna ħsieb 😭

Għidli kif nista' nstoppa l-overthinking

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.

X'inhuma xi pariri li rċevejt dwar il-ħsieb eċċessiv? X'jaħdem u x'ħin ma jaħdimx?

Overthinking Community

Ikkunsidra

Ħsieb eċċessiv

Il-Mogħdija (Storja)

Ikontrolla lilek innifsek

Qed inkwiet

Naħseb wisq u xorta nħossni bħal xi ħadd li ma ħasebx xejn 🙌

Jien lest nikkunsidra n-nies. Uri li min int. Jien nurik l-istess.

Jien lest li naħseb ħafna dwar in-nies. Urili min int. Nuri lilek l-istess.

Jekk il-vibe tiegħi jidher tajjeb għalik, għid hi. Ebda ħsieb eċċessiv.

Għandek biss tgawdi l-era tiegħek ta' waħdek☺️

Ghosted!

Ħsieb eċċessiv 💯😂( editjat )