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Psychology

Overthinking

overthinking

Just thinkinn

Kaliya ka fikir

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Who Else Gets Anxious When Overthinking Any Scenario?

Yaa Kale Oo Walwal Ka Qabaa Markii Ay Ka Fikirayaan Wax Kasta?

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

🧠 Aniga: Waa in aan joojiyo ka fikirida xad-dhaafka ah..
🧠 Aniga kale: Laakiin maxaa yeelay haddii ka fikirida xad-dhaafka ah ay tahay sida aan ku noolaado?* 🙃

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

Ma jirto dhib. Ama laga yaabee in dhib badan ay jiraan. Erayo badan oo kaliya xayiran. Waxaan mar walba ku soo laabanayaa weedha "Haddii geed ku dhaco kaynta oo aan qofna joogin si uu u maqlo, ma sameeyaa cod?". Haddii ay jiraan fikrado badan laakiin aan waligood la hadlin, fikradahaas xaggee bay tagaan? [Gacanta. Iyada oo loo marayo gacanta]

Fikirro

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.

Ma ku ogaatay sida, marka qorraxdu weli taagan tahay, inaad dareento inaad wax walba samayn karto?
Wax walba waxay u muuqdaan inay suurtagal yihiin, rajo ayaa u muuqata inay gacanta ku jirto.
Laakiin marka habeenku dhaco, oo dayaxu qorraxda beddelo, wax walba way is beddelaan.
Kalinnimada ayaa bilaabaysa inay hadasho, fikradaha madow ayaa bilaabaya inay koraan, waxaana si lama filaan ah dhibaato kasta u muuqataa mid ka culus sidii hore.
Waa wax yaab leh sida habeenku nooga dhigi karo inaan si aad ah u lumano.
Laakiin laga yaabee inaysan ahayn sababta aan u daciif nahay—laga yaabee inay tahay sababta aamusnaanta ay fursad u siiso dareenkeena qarsoon inay maqlaan.
Sida habeen kasta ugu dambeyntii u oggolaanayo subaxda, dareenkan sidoo kale wuu dhaafi doonaa.

Dagaallo qaar ayaa aan la arki karin, waxay dhacaan si aamusnaan ah, marka adduunku hurdo ku jiro iyo maskaxdaadu ay si buuxda u firfircoon tahay.

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

Kuwo sida aniga oo kale wax walba ka fikira, waa inaad ciyaartaa Sudoku oo si sixir ah u shaqeeya oo aad muusig dhagaysan karto inta aad ciyaarayso, waa ku habboon.

Fikirka Badan

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

Waxaan u baahnaa tan maanta, waxaad u baahantahay tan maanta, qof walba wuu u baahanyahay tan maanta!

I mean....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Waxaan ula jeedaa....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

🤐🥴😮‍💨

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...

Faaruqnimada nolosheyda ayaa ka dhigtay dhawaaqyada madaxdayda kuwo xoog badan, inkastoo aan isku dayo inaan xakameeyo oo aan fikradayda xad-dhaafka ah u jeediyo wax wax ku ool ah, fikradaha murugada leh waxay noqon karaan kuwo culus, anigoo niyad-jab ku ah, xitaa indhahayga ayaa ilmeeya, waxaan ogahay in ay ka dhigan tahay inaan ahay bini-aadam, laakiin waa xaqiiqo adag markaad kaligaa tahay...

Mararka qaar waxaan isweydiinayaa haddii nolosheyda ay noqon lahayd mid ka wanaagsan haddii aan dib ugu laabto waqtiga si aan u beddelo hal shay, laakiin waxaan lumin lahaa waxyaabo badan oo aan hadda haysto, haddana waxaan ka fikiraa, malaha waxaan noqon lahaa mid faraxsan, ama mid ka murugsan...

Waxaan u baahanahay inaan madaxayga kor u hayo, hore u socdo, rajeynayaa in noloshu ay furi doonto waddo ama wax meelaha waxyaabaha ay ka fududaanayaan, mana noqon doonto mid faaruq ah ~

Waxaan rajeynayaa in qofna uusan dareemin waxa aan dareemayo, hel saaxiibo qiimeeya, oo qadariya, ha raacin kuwa qaldan, waxaan ogahay inaysan sahlanayn in la garto been abuurka iyo runta, laakiin waxaad heli doontaa waddo haddii aad si dhow u fiirsato...

Dareen badan lately...

🦋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

🦋Yaa aniga? Su'aal wanaagsan.. Adiga ayaa go'aaminaya inaanan talooyinkayga bixin... Sideen ku heli karaa jihada saxda ah... Yaa aniga?🦋

Su'aal Su'aal Maaha Magaca

Anyone felt like this as well randomly?

Ma qof kale ayaa sidan oo kale u dareemay si aan kala sooc lahayn?

😭

Waan ka xumahay inaan ahay qof fikrad badan 😭

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)

Qoto dheer gudaha kaynta ayaa jiray jid.

Ma ahayn jid dheer. Runtii, marka loo eego dhul baaxad leh oo ku xeeran, wuxuu ahaa mid si lama filaan ah u gaaban. Si kastaba ha ahaatee, dad yar ayaa si doon ah u socday.

Jidka wuxuu ahaa mid cidhiidhi ah, oo ka buuxsamay dhagaxyo iyo dhir. Tallaabo kasta waxay ka dalbatay wax ka mid ah kuwa socday. Qaybo ka mid ah waxay u baahnaayeen daacadnimo xanuun leh. Qaybo kale waxay dadka ku qasbeen inay la kulmaan xusuus hore, ceeb la qariyey, dhaawac aan la xalin, wada hadal adag, murugo, dambi, ama dadka ay dhaawaceen oo ay ka maqnaayeen. Ma ahayn jid masaafo ah, laakiin waa mid dareen ah.

Dhamaadka jidka waxa jiray wax qaali ah.

Qaar ka mid ah, waxay ahayd nabad.

Qaar kalena, waxay ahayd cafis.

Qaar badan, waxay ahayd qoys.

Dadkii halkaas sugayay ma awoodin inay jidka u maraan. Waxay kaliya sugi karaan oo rajayn karaan.

Inta badan safarayaasha waxay galeen kaynta iyagoo og in jidka uu halkaas yahay.

Laakiin ma ahayn qof walba oo doortay inuu si isku mid ah u socdo.

Nin ayaa arkay jidka oo orday.

Wuxuu necbahay xanuunka, necbahay hubanti la'aanta, necbahay inuu dareemo nugul. Wuxuu rabay in ay dhammaato. Wuxuu weeraray caqabado kasta isagoo ku jira niyad jab iyo xoog, isagoo ku orday dhir dhagax ah, burburinaya dhir, isagoo diiday inuu nasto.

Wuxuu noqday mid ku xiran inuu gaaro dhamaadka.

Markii uu si degdeg ah u orday, kayntu waxay la dagaallameysay.

Markii uu gaaray qoyskiisa, wuxuu si degdeg ah u yimid, laakiin qiimo. Jidhkiisa wuxuu ka buuxsamay goyn. Dharkiisa waa la jabay. Wuxuu ahaa daalan, nafaqo darro leh oo ku adkeysanaya.

Wuxuu wajahday dhibaatooyinkiisa, laakiin waligiis ma uusan si dhab ah u xalin. Wuxuu la dagaallamay.

Wuxuu ku guuleystay, malaha.

Laakiin ma uusan wax ka baran.

Nin kale ayaa eegay jidka isla markaana ka leexday.

"Maanta ma ahan," ayuu yiri.

Kaynta ka baxsan waxay u muuqataa mid sahlan.

Waxaa jiray meelaha lagu fariisto, dad la cabbo, mashquul everywhere. Mar walba waxaa jiray xaflad kale, sabab kale, hab kale oo looga fogaado ka fikirka waxa sugaya jidkaas.

Maalmo ayaa noqday bilood.

Bilood ayaa noqday sano.

Kayntu si tartiib ah ayaa u noqotay guri.

Ninku wuxuu dhisay xero dhexda geedaha. Mar kasta oo jidka maskaxdiisa ku soo dhaco, wuxuu ku qariyay fikradda cod, madadaalo, caadooyin iyo raaxo.

Waqti ka dib wuxuu joojiyay inuu arko sida uu u lumay.

Kayntu ma ahayn mid dhaawacaysa hal mar.

Waxay si tartiib ah u qaadanaysay qaybo ka mid ah.

Caafimaadkiisa.

Waqtigiisa.

Ujeedadiisa.

Kalsoonidiisa.

Ugu dambeyntii wuxuu eegay webi wuxuuna si dhib ah u aqoonsaday ninka ka soo eegaya.

Timo madow ayuu lahaa.

Jidhkiisa wuu daalay.

Ruuxdiisa wuu daciifay.

Jidka weli wuu jiray.

Si sax ah meesha uu mar walba joogay.

Kaliya hadda wuxuu haystay xoog yar oo uu ku socdo.

Markii ugu dambeysay ee uu gaaray dhamaadka, sanado badan ka dib, qoyskiisa weli halkaas ayuu joogay.

Laakiin waqtigu wuu socday.

Carruurtii uu xusuustay hadda waa dadka waaweyn.

Maalmo ayaa la waayay.

Xusuusna waligood ma la sameyn.

Jidka waligiis ma ahayn mid dheer.

Kaliya dib u dhigay.

Markaas waxaa jiray nin saddexaad.

Markii uu arkay jidka, wuxuu aqbalay waxa uu ahaa.

Wuxuu ogaa in ay x

Jidka (Sheeko)

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

Haa, sidaas darteed waxay u egtahay in hurdada, sudoku, wixii kale, ay yihiin kuwo ku meel gaar ah, ma joojin kartid fikirka badan, ma ogolaanayso inaad fadhiisato adigoon wax ka qaban, ama waxaad kaliya fadhiisan kartaa adigoo sugaya, oh waxaan necbahay.

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...

Waxaan ka hadlayaa waqtiga aanan filayn "Ka fikir hal maalin inaad hesho DMs sababtoo ah si lama filaan ah waxaad u noqotay mid aad u caan ah oo caan ku ah waxyaabaha aad abuurto"...

Markaas ayaan dhihi lahaa "waxay adkaan doontaa in la ogaado yaa dhabta ah iyo yaa aan ahayn, waxaan jeclaan lahaa inaan sameeyo xiriirro ka hor intaanay waxaas dhicin, haddii ay dhacdo, markaas waxaan u maleynayaa inaan dejin doono xuduudaha ama wax kale" ka dibna waxaan is leeyahay "waad ogtahay, aanan ka fikirin, aan diiradda saarno waqtiga hadda, mustaqbalkuna waa aan la garanayn, waxa aan hadda sameeyo ayaa qaabeyn doona mustaqbalkeyga, sii wad waxa aan sameeyo"

Si kastaba ha ahaatee, fikraddan had iyo jeer way imaanaysaa oo way baxaysaa...

Mid ka mid ah fikradahaas had iyo jeer ku wareegaya madaxdayda, si joogto ah u soo baxaya...

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

Waan daalay si aan hurdo u hagaajin karin.
Jidhkaygu wuu nasanayaa, laakiin maskaxdaydu waligeed ma nasato.
Fikrado badan, xusuuso badan, dagaallo aamusan oo dhaca mar walba.
Dadku waxay u maleynayaan inaan fogahay, laakiin dhab ahaan........
Waan kaliya daalan maskax ahaan anigoo kaligey wax walba qaadaya.

Waan daalay

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

Blessing or curse at times

Mararka qaarkood waxaan dareemayaa in fikirka xad-dhaafka ah uu noqon karo seef laba geesood ah.

Barako ama la'aan mararka qaarkood

ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒⁿᵉˢ

Ha iloobin taleefannadaada madaxda

Overthinking at its finest

Fikirka xad dhaafka ah ee ugu fiican

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

Dhammaanteen waxaan leenahay meel qarsoon oo aan ku joojino fikirka xad-dhaafka ah iyo walbahaarka. Markii jidhkaagu bilaabo inuu ogaado oxytocin waxaadna dareemi doontaa nabad, taasoo ka dhigaysa inaad dareento wax aan caadi ahayn.
Waxaadna ku raaxaysan doontaa sababtoo ah dareenkaas wuxuu ku socdaa in la baabi'iyo sida dhammaan waxyaabaha wanaagsan.

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

What is the dumbest thing you overthink about?

Tan aniga - ma saxanahay in aan doorto xirfadayda Pcm? Fasalka 10aad

Maxay tahay shayga ugu doqonsan ee aad ka fikirto?

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

Dadku waxay leeyihiin waa fikir xad dhaaf ah laakiin anigu waxaan leeyahay waxaan si fudud u saadaalin karnaa mustaqbalka

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

Mararka qaarkood waxaad u baahan tahay inaad joojiso fikirka oo aad barato inaad ka baxdo madaxaaga oo aad si fudud u sii dayso

Even writing this post took a lot of thinking 😭

Tell me how to stop overthinking

Xitaa qorista qoraalkan waxay qaadatay fikir badan 😭

Ii sheeg sida aan uga joojin karo fikirka xad-dhaafka ah

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.

Maxay yihiin talooyinka aad heshay ee ku saabsan fikirka xad-dhaafka ah? Maxaa shaqeeya maxaase aan shaqayn?

Aan gubno oo burburino talooyinka caanka ah ee ku saabsan fikirka xad-dhaafka ah.

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

Nin ma imanayo si uu kuugu badbaadiyo, saaxiib ama qoysna ma imanayo si uu kaaga badbaadiyo fikirkaaga xad-dhaafka ah
Ha ka fikirin wax badan maxaa yeelay waxay kaliya ku hayn doontaa hoos, mana sameyn kartid wax ku saabsan
Waan ogahay in ay u muuqato mid adag, laakiin waa in aan aqbalnaa

Iska xakamee

I'm thinking about cutting my dread locs off

Locs

Waxaan ka fikirayaa in aan gooyo locs-kayga dreads ah

😴😴

Positively overthinking

Si wanaagsan u fikireysa

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

Can't sleep

Marka aad maskaxdaada ku hayso waxyaalo badan sida: "IIGU DHIIB SII!!! IIGU DAYN!!!"

Ma seexan karo

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

Waxaan fikiraa aad u badan oo weli waxaan u dhaqmaa sidii qof aan wax fikirin 🙌

memes

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

"Ma iga xanaaqday?" - aniga, maalin walba qof kasta oo aan la falgalo 😅🙃

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...

Maxaa dhacaya haddii qofka kaa dhigi lahaa midka ugu farxadda badan adduunka, kaasoo kaa dhigi lahaa inaad dareento inaad tahay qofka ugu nasiibka badan mar kasta oo aad subax walba la toosato, uu yahay qofka aad horey u swiped-gareysay?

Ma jeclayn wax ku saabsan profile-kooda.

Ma haysteen sawirro wanaagsan oo ku filan.

Waxay yiraahdeen "hi", laakiin waxaad iska indhatirtay fariinta.

Waxaad ka saartay profile-kooda, sidaas darteed, waxaad ka saartay sheekada jacaylka quruxda badan, nolosha qosolka iyo oohinta, iyo fursadda aad ku weynaato jacaylka noloshaada.

...

Kaliya waxaan isweydiinayaa haddii aan aniga kaliya ahay qofka ka fikira arrintan. 🤣

Maxaa dhacaya haddii aad horey u aragtay naftaada...

A Boo community for meeting other Overthinking enthusiasts.

Overthinking Community

Kaliya ka fikir

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Yaa Kale Oo Walwal Ka Qabaa Markii Ay Ka Fikirayaan Wax Kasta?

🧠 Aniga: Waa in aan joojiyo ka fikirida xad-dhaafka ah.. 🧠 Aniga kale: Laakiin maxaa yeelay haddii ka fikirida xad-dhaafka ah ay tahay sida aan ku noolaado?* 🙃

Fikirro

Dagaallo qaar ayaa aan la arki karin, waxay dhacaan si aamusnaan ah, marka adduunku hurdo ku jiro iyo maskaxdaadu ay si buuxda u firfircoon tahay.

Malaha waxaan ka fikirayaa waxyaabo badan

Waxaan haystaa su'aal

Isku dayga ugu fiican..

Daalan

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Waxaan bartay❓