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Psychology

Overthinking

overthinking

Just thinkinn

Samo razmišljam

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Who Else Gets Anxious When Overthinking Any Scenario?

Ko još postaje anksiozan kada previše razmišlja o bilo kojoj situaciji?

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

🧠 Ja: Trebalo bi da prestanem da previše razmišljam..
🧠 Takođe ja: Ali šta ako je previše razmišljanje način na koji preživljavam?* 🙃

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

Nema poente. Ili možda previše poena. Previše reči jednostavno zarobljenih. Stalno se vraćam na frazu "Ako drvo padne u šumu i niko nije tu da ga čuje, da li pravi zvuk?". Ako ima mnogo misli, ali nikada nisu verbalizovane, gde idu te misli? [U somu. Kroz somu]

Razmišljanja

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.

Da li si ikada primetio kako, dok je sunce još uvek na nebu, osećaš da možeš da uradiš bilo šta?
Sve deluje moguće, a nada se čini dostižnom.
Ali kada padne noć, i mesec zameni sunce, sve se menja.
Usamljenost počinje da govori, mračne misli počinju da rastu, i odjednom svaki problem deluje teže nego pre.
Čudno je kako nas noć može učiniti tako izgubljenima.
Ali možda to nije zato što smo slabi—možda je to zato što tišina daje našim skrivenim emocijama priliku da budu čujne.
I baš kao što svaka noć na kraju ustupa mesto jutru, i ovaj osećaj će proći.

Neke bitke su nevidljive, odvijaju se tiho, dok je svet uspavan, a tvoj um budan.

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

Za one koji prekomerno razmišljaju o svemu kao ja, trebali biste igrati Sudoku, deluje kao magija i možete slušati muziku dok igrate, savršeno

Prekomerno razmišljanje

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

Trebao sam ovo danas, ti trebaš ovo danas, svima je ovo potrebno danas!

I mean....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Mislim....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

🤐🥴😮‍💨

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...

Praznina u mom životu učinila je da zvuci u mojoj glavi postanu glasniji, koliko god da pokušavam da ih potisnem i usmerim svoje prekomerno razmišljanje u nešto produktivno, tužni misli mogu biti preplavljujuće, demotivišući me, čak sam i zaplakao, znam da to znači da sam ljudsko biće, ali to je samo surova stvarnost kada si sam...

Ponekad se pitam da li bi moj život mogao biti bolji da sam se vratio u prošlost da promenim jednu stvar, ali bih izgubio mnogo stvari koje sada imam, opet mislim, možda bih bio srećniji, ili bi bio tužniji...

Samo treba da držim glavu gore, idem napred, nadam se da će život otvoriti put ili nešto gde će se stvari malo olakšati, i ne bi bilo mnogo prazno ~

Želim da niko ne oseća ono što ja osećam, pronađite prijatelje koji vas cene, i cenite ih, ne juri za pogrešnima, znam da nije lako razlikovati lažno od stvarnog, ali naći ćete način ako pažljivo obratite pažnju...

Zadovoljstvo u poslednje vreme...

🦋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

🦋Ko sam ja? Dobro pitanje.. Ti odlučuješ, ne bih davao svoje sugestije... Kako da pronađem pravi pravac... Ko sam ja?🦋

Pitanje Pitanje Je Ime

Anyone felt like this as well randomly?

Da li se neko ovako osećao nasumično?

😭

Žao mi je što previše razmišljam 😭

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)

Duboko unutar džungle leži put.

Nije to bio dug put. U stvari, u poređenju sa beskrajnim divljinama koje su ga okruživale, bio je iznenađujuće kratak. Ipak, malo ljudi je voljno hodalo njime.

Put je bio uzak, obrasli trnjem i lozama. Svaki korak je zahtevao nešto od onih koji su njime hodali. Neki delovi su zahtevali bolnu iskrenost. Drugi su primoravali ljude da se suoče sa starim žalošću, zakopanim sramom, nerešenim traumama, teškim razgovorima, tugom, krivicom ili ljudima koje su povredili i koje su nedostajali. To nije bio put udaljenosti, već emocija.

Na kraju puta stajalo je nešto dragoceno.

Za neke, to je bio mir.

Za druge, oproštaj.

Za mnoge, to je bila porodica.

Ljudi koji su čekali tamo nisu mogli hodati putem umesto njih. Mogli su samo čekati i nadati se.

Većina putnika je ulazila u džunglu znajući da put postoji.

Ali ne biraju svi da hodaju njime na isti način.

Jedan čovek je video put i potrčao.

Mrzeo je bol, mrzeo je neizvesnost, mrzeo je osećaj ranjivosti. Hteo je da to završi. Napao je svaku prepreku s očajem i snagom, jureći kroz grmlje, razbijajući loze, odbijajući da se odmara.

Postao je opsednut postizanjem kraja.

Što je brže trčao, džungla se više borila.

Kada je konačno stigao do svoje porodice, stigao je brzo, ali po cenu. Njegovo telo je bilo prekriveno possecima. Njegova odeća je bila pocepana. Bio je iscrpljen, neuhranjen i jedva je stajao.

Suočio se sa svojim borbama, ali nikada ih nije zaista obradio. Borio se protiv njih.

Pobedio, možda.

Ali nije naučio iz njih.

Drugi čovek je pogledao isti put i okrenuo se.

"Ne danas," rekao je.

Džungla napolju se činila lakšom.

Bilo je mesta za sedenje, ljudi za piće, svuda su bile distrakcije. Uvek je bila još jedna žurka, još jedan izgovor, još jedan način da se izbegne razmišljanje o onome što je čekalo na tom putu.

Dani su postajali meseci.

Meseci su postajali godine.

Džungla je polako postajala dom.

Čovek je sagradio kamp među drvećem. Kada bi mu put pao na pamet, utapao bi tu misao u buku, zabavu, navike i udobnosti.

Vremenom je prestao da primećuje koliko se izgubio.

Džungla ga nije povredila odjednom.

Polako je uzimala delove njega.

Njegovo zdravlje.

Njegovo vreme.

Njegovu svrhu.

Njegovo samopouzdanje.

Na kraju je pogledao u potok i jedva prepoznao čoveka koji mu se vraća.

Njegova kosa je bila siva.

Njegovo telo umorno.

Njegov duh iscrpljen.

Put je još uvek bio tu.

Tačno gde je oduvek bio.

Samo što je sada imao manje snage da hoda njime.

Kada je konačno stigao do kraja, mnogo godina kasnije, njegova porodica je još uvek bila tu.

Ali vreme je prošlo.

Deca koja se sećao sada su bila odrasli.

Trenuci su propušteni.

Sećanja nikada nisu stvorena.

Put nikada nije bio dug.

Samo odložen.

Onda je bio treći čovek.

Kada je video put, prihvatio je šta je.

Znao je da će boleti.

Znao je da će biti suza, teških razgovora, neuspeha i dana kada je želeo da odustane.

Tako je počeo da hoda.

Ne trči.

Ne skriva se.

Hoda.

Kada ga je trnje povredilo, naučio je iz toga.

Kada se umorio, odmarao se.

Kada je sunce probilo kroz drveće, stao je da ga ceni

Put (Priča)

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

Da, izgleda da spavanje, sudoku, šta god, su tako privremeni, ne možeš prestati da prekomerno razmišljaš, ne može ti dozvoliti da sediš i ne radiš ništa povodom toga, ili možeš samo da sediš i čekaš, oh, mrzim to

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...

Mislim, u random trenutku dana "Zamisli jednog dana da dobijaš DM-ove jer si iznenada postao veoma poznat i slavan zbog stvari koje stvaraš"...

Onda bih rekao "biće teško znati ko je stvaran, a ko nije, voleo bih da mogu da uspostavim veze pre nego što se to desi, a ako se desi, onda pretpostavljam da ću postaviti granice ili nešto slično" i onda kažem sebi "znaš šta, hajde da ne razmišljamo, hajde da se fokusiramo na sadašnjost, budućnost je nepoznata, a ono što radim sada će oblikovati moju budućnost, nastavi da radiš ono što radiš"

Ipak, ta misao se uvek pojavljuje i nestaje...

Jedna od onih misli koje stalno kruže u mojoj glavi, neprekidno se pojavljujući...

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

Umoran sam na način na koji san ne može da reši.
Moje telo se odmara, ali moj um nikada ne miruje.
Previše misli, previše uspomena, previše tihih bitaka se dešava sve odjednom.
Ljudi misle da sam udaljen, ali iskreno........
Samo sam mentalno iscrpljen od nošenja svega sam.

Umoran sam

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

Blessing or curse at times

Ponekad imam osećaj da moje prekomerno razmišljanje može biti mač sa dve oštrice.

Blagoslov ili prokletstvo ponekad

ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒⁿᵉˢ

Не заборавите своје слушалице

Overthinking at its finest

Prekomerno razmišljanje u najboljem izdanju

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

Svi imamo tajni raj gde se oslobađamo kompulsivnog razmišljanja i anksioznosti. Kada tvoje telo počne da proizvodi oksitocin, osetićeš mir i učinićeš da se osećaš izvanredno.  
I uživaćeš u tome jer je taj osećaj na putu ka izumiranju kao i sve dobre stvari.

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

What is the dumbest thing you overthink about?

Moja - da li sam bila u pravu kada sam izabrala svoju karijeru u Pcm? U razredu 10

Šta je najgluplja stvar o kojoj previše razmišljaš?

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

Ljudi kažu da je to previše razmišljanja, ali ja kažem da lakše predviđamo budućnost

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

Ponekad treba da prestaneš da razmišljaš i da naučiš da izađeš iz svoje glave i jednostavno pustiš

Even writing this post took a lot of thinking 😭

Tell me how to stop overthinking

Čak je i pisanje ovog posta zahtevalo mnogo razmišljanja 😭

Reci mi kako da prestanem da previše razmišljam

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.

Koje savete ste dobili o prekomernom razmišljanju? Šta funkcioniše, a šta ne?

Hajde da ispečemo i uništimo neke mainstream savete o prekomernom razmišljanju.

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

Niko ne dolazi da te spasi, nijedan prijatelj ili porodica ne dolazi da te spasi od tvog prekomernog razmišljanja
Ne razmišljaj više jer će te to samo držati nisko i ne možeš ništa učiniti povodom toga
Znam da zvuči strogo, ali moramo to prihvatiti

Kontroliši se

I'm thinking about cutting my dread locs off

Locs

Razmišljam o tome da skratim svoje dread lokne

Lokne

😴😴

Positively overthinking

Pozitivno preispitivanje

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

Can't sleep

Kada imaš toliko toga na umu kao: "PUSTI ME DA SPAVAM!!! OSTAVI ME NA MIRU!!"

Ne mogu da spavam

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

Previše razmišljam, a opet se ponašam kao neko ko uopšte nije razmišljao 🙌

memes

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

#prekomerno_mišljenje #anksioznost #smešno #život

"Da li si ljut na mene?" - ja, svakodnevno svakoj osobi s kojom komuniciram 😅🙃

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...

Šta ako je osoba koja bi te mogla učiniti najsrećnijom na svetu, koja bi te mogla naterati da se osećaš najsrećnije svaki put kada se probudiš pored njih svako jutro, neko čiji si profil već prevukao?

Nisi ti se dopalo nešto na njihovom profilu.

Nisu imali dovoljno dobrih fotografija.

Rekli su "zdravo", ali si ignorisao poruku.

Prevukao si njihov profil i, shodno tome, odbacio prelepu ljubavnu priču, ceo život smeha i suza, i šansu da ostariš sa ljubavlju svog života.

...

Samo se pitam da li sam jedini koji razmišlja o ovome. 🤣

Šta ako si već naišao na svoju srodnu dušu...

Boo zajednica za upoznavanje drugih Overthinking entuzijasta.

Overthinking Zajednica

Samo razmišljam

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Ko još postaje anksiozan kada previše razmišlja o bilo kojoj situaciji?

🧠 Ja: Trebalo bi da prestanem da previše razmišljam.. 🧠 Takođe ja: Ali šta ako je previše razmišljanje način na koji preživljavam?* 🙃

Razmišljanja

Neke bitke su nevidljive, odvijaju se tiho, dok je svet uspavan, a tvoj um budan.

Ljubav ❤️

Možda previše razmišljam

Imam pitanje

Pokušavam najbolje..

Nemiran

Moj tetovaža oka 👁️