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Overthinking

overthinking

Just thinkinn

Sadece pikirlenýärin

💭

Who Else Gets Anxious When Overthinking Any Scenario?

Başga kimler her hili ýagdaýy üns bilen pikir edende aladalanýar?

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

🧠 Men: Men aşak düşünmekden gaçmalydyryn..
🧠 Şeýle-de bolsa: Ýöne aşak pikirlenmek meniň ýaşamak üçin nähili?* 🙃

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

Hiç hili. Yada belki-de köp hili. Köp söz diňe tussag. Men "Eger bir agaç tokaýda ýykylsa we hiç kim ony eşitmek üçin ýok bolsa, ses edýärmi?" diýen sözlere gaýdyp gelýärin. Eger köp pikir bar bolsa, ýöne hiç wagt aýdylmasa, pikirler nirelere gider? [Soma girýär. Somanyň üsti bilen]

Gözlegler

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.

Hiç bolsa, gün henizem ýokarky wagtynda, her şeyi edip biljek ýaly duýýandygyňy gördüňmi?
Hemmesi mümkin ýaly görünýär, we umyt elýeterli ýaly duýulýar.
Emma gijäniň düşmegi bilen, aý günüň ýerine geçýär, hemmesi üýtgeýär.
Yzly-yzyna ýalňyzlyk gürleşmäge başlaýar, gara pikirler ösýär, we birden her bir problem öňküsinden has agyr duýulýar.
Gijäniň bizi näme üçin şeýle ýitip gitmäge itýändigi garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda garşysynda gar

Bazı söweşler görünmeýär, olar sessiz geçýär, dünýä ukyda bolanda we seniň aklyň giňden oýnaýar.

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

Meniň ýaly ähli zady aşak pikirlenýänler üçin, Sudoku oýnamak jady ýaly işleýär we oýnaýarkaňyz aýdym diňlemek mümkin, ajaýyp

Aşak düşünmek

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

Men bu gün şunu gerek etdik, sen bu gün şunu gerek edýäň, hemmeler bu gün şunu gerek edýär!

I mean....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Men diýýärin....🤷🏻‍♀️😂

🤐🥴😮‍💨

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...

Aýdymda boşluk, başymdaky sesleri has güýçli edýär, olary basyp ýatyrmaga we pikirlenmelerimi peýdaly bir zada gönükdirmäge çalyşsam-da, üzüntüli pikirler gaty güýçli bolup biler, maňa isleg bermeýär, hatda gözýaş dökýärin, bu meni adam hökmünde görkezýändigini bilýärin, ýöne özüňiz bolanda bu diňe çyn reallikdir...

Bazen pikir edýärin, eger wagty gaýtadan geçip, bir zady üýtgedip bilsem, durmuşym has gowy bolarmydy, ýöne häzirki wagtda eýe bolan köp zady ýitirerdim, ýene-de pikir edýärin, belki has bagtly bolardym, ýa-da has üzüntüli bolardym...

Men diňe başymy ýokary galdyrmalydyryn, öňe gitmelidim, umyt edýärin, durmuş bir ýol ýa-da bir zady açar, şol ýerde zatlar birneme ýeňilleşer, we bu köp boş bolmaz ~

Men hiç kimiň meniň duýgularymy duýmazlygyny isleyaryn, seniň gymmat berýän dostlaryňy tap, we olary bahalandyr, ýalňyş adamlaryň peşine düşme, ýalan bilen hakykatyň arasynda tapawut goýmak aňsat däldir, ýöne ýakyndan üns berseň, bir ýol taparsyň...

Soňky döwürde gaty köp pikirlenýärin...

🦋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

🦋Men kim? Gowy Sorag.. Siz karar beriň, meniň tekliplerimden gaçyň... Dogry ugruny nädip tapmaly... Men kim?🦋

Sorag Sorag Isim

Anyone felt like this as well randomly?

Kimdir şeýle bir ýagdaýda bolup gördümü?

😭

Bagyşla, men pikirlenmekden gaçyp bilemok 😭

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)

Jangaldyň içindäki bir ýolda ýatyr.

Bu uzak ýol däldi. Aslynda, etrafyndaky çäksiz tebigata görä, geň galdyryjy derejede gysga. Ýöne az sanly adam ony isleg bilen ýöredi.

Ýol dar, dikeni we çyglylar bilen doly. Her ädim, ony ýöreýänlerden bir zat talap etdi. Käbir bölümler agyr hakykylygy talap etdi. Başgalary adamlary köne päsgelçilikler, gizlin utanç, çözülmedik trauma, kyn gepleşikler, agy, günä ýa-da özlerine zeper ýetiren we ýitiren adamlary bilen ýüzbe-ýüz etmäge mejbur etdi. Bu uzaklygyň däl, duýgularyň ýoly.

Ýolun ahyrynda bir zat gymmatlydy.

Käbirleri üçin, bu parahatçylykdy.

Başgalary üçin, bagyşlamakdy.

Köpüsi üçin, bu maşgalady.

O ýerde garaşýan adamlar olaryň ýerine ýoly geçip bilemedi. Olar diňe garaşyp, umyt etmelidi.

Köp ýolagçylar jungla girip, ýoluň bardygyny bilýärdi.

Emma hemmesi şol ýoly şol bir usulda geçmegi saýlamady.

Bir adam ýoly görüp, gaçdy.

Ol agyryny, belirsizligi, we zaýalanmagy ýigrenýärdi. Ol muny tamamlamak isleýärdi. Ol her päsgelçilige umyt bilen we güýç bilen hüjüm etdi, dikeniň içinden geçip, çyglylary ýykyp, dynmaga boýun egmedi.

Ol ahyryna ýetmek bilen baglanyşykly bolup galdy.

Ol has çalt gaçanda, jungla has köp garşylyk görkezdi.

Ol maşgalasyna ýetende, ol çalt geldi, ýöne bir bahasy bardy. Onuň bedeni kesiklere doly. Onuň eşigi ýyrtyldy. Ol ýadaw, iýmitlenmedi we ýakyn durup bilmedi.

Ol öz başdan geçirenleri ýüzbe-ýüz etdi, ýöne hiç wagt hakykatdanam olary işläp geçmedi. Ol olar bilen söweşdi.

Belki, ýeňdi.

Emma olardan öwrenmedi.

Başga bir adam şol bir ýola seredip, ýüz öwürdi.

"Bugün däl," diýdi ol.

Jungla aňsat görünýärdi.

Oturmak üçin ýerler, içmek üçin adamlar, her ýerde ünsden gaçmak üçin zatlar bardy. Her wagt başga bir baýram, başga bir bahana, şol ýolda näme garaşýandygy barada pikir etmezlik üçin başga bir ýol bardy.

Günler aýlara öwrüldi.

Aýlar ýyllara öwrüldi.

Jungla ýuwaş-ýuwaşdan öýe öwrüldi.

Adam agaçlaryň arasynda özüne bir çadyr gurdy. Ýol ýadynda bolanda, ol pikirini ses, şowhun, adatlar we rahatlyk bilen boýady.

Wagty geçip, ol näme derejede ýitip gitendigini unutdy.

Jungla birden onuň ýüregini ýyrtmady.

Ol onuň bir bölegini ýuwaş-ýuwaşdan aldy.

Onuň saglygy.

Onuň wagty.

Onuň maksady.

Onuň ynamy.

Ahyrsoňy, ol bir akymyň içine seredip, özüne bakýan adamy az gördi.

Onuň saçlary agardy.

Onuň bedeni ýadawdy.

Onuň ruhy ýadawdy.

Ýol henizem orada.

Hepde-de, her wagt bolşy ýaly.

Diňe indi ol ony geçmek üçin az güýçli boldy.

Ol ahyrda, birnäçe ýyl geçenden soň, öz maşgalasyna ýetende, ol ýene orada boldy.

Emma wagt geçdi.

Ol ýadynda saklaýan çagalar indi uludy.

Wagty ýitip geçdi.

Hatyra hiç wagt döredilmedi.

Ýol hiç wagt uzak däldi.

Diňe gijikdirildi.

Soňra üçünji bir adam boldy.

Ol ýoly görende, onuň nämedigini kabul etdi.

Ol agyrynyň boljakdygyny bilýärdi.

Ol gözýaşlaryň boljakdygyny, kyn gepleşikleriň, gaýtadan gaçmalaryň we ol ýatdan çykmak isleýän günleriň boljakdygyny bilýärdi.

Şonuň üçin ol ýöremek başlady.

Gaçmak däl.

Gizlenmek däl.

Ýol (Hekaye)

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

Hawa, şeýdip, ýatmak, sudoku, näme bolsa, geçici, aşak düşünmegi beslemek mümkin däl, seni hiç hili iş etmezlik üçin oturmaga goýmaz, ýa-da diňe oturyp ony garaşyp bilersiň, oh, bu meni gaty ýigrenýär

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...

Men günüň bir wagtynda "Bir gün DM-lar alýarsyň, sebäbi birden tanalyp, döredýän zatlaryň üçin meşhur bolduň" diýýärin...

Soňra "kimleriň hakyky, kimleriň däl, bilmek kyn bolar, şol zatlar bolup geçmezden öň baglanyşyklar gurup bilsemmä, eger bolsa, onda çäkler goýaryn ýa-da bir zat ederin" diýýärin we soňra öz-özüme "bilýärsiňmi, pikir etme, diňe häzirki wagtda üns ber, geljek bilinmeýär, we häzir edýän işim geljegimi şekillendirer, edýän işim bilen dowam et" diýýärin.

Yöne ýene-de, şol pikir hemişe gelip gidýär...

Başymda hemişe aýlanyp ýören pikirlerden biri, hemişe ýüze çykyp dur...

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

Men tükenip galdym, ýatmak bilen düzelip bilmeýän bir görnüşde.
Bedenim dynç alýar, ýöne akylym hiç wagt dynç almaýar.
Çok pikir, çok ýadygärlik, bir wagtyň özünde bolup geçýän köp sesiz söweş.
Adamlar meni uzakda pikir edýär, ýöne hakykatdanam........
Men diňe hemmesini ýekeje özüm taşamakdan akyl taýdan tükenip galdym.

Men Tükenip galdym

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

Blessing or curse at times

Wagtynda pikirlenmek, iki ujyňly ýarag bolup biler ýaly duýýaryn.

Bagtyýar ýa-da belasy wagtynda

ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒⁿᵉˢ

Baş telefonyňyzy hiç wagt unutmaň

Overthinking at its finest

Iň gowy pikirlenmek

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

Hemmeimiziň gizlin bir howandanymyz bar, şol ýerde biz zorluk bilen gaýtalanýan pikirleri we aladany basyp geçýäris. Bedeniňiz oksitotsin öndürmäge başlanyňyzda, siz rahatlyk duýarsyňyz we özüňizi ajaýyp duýarsyňyz.
We siz muny lezzet alarsyňyz, sebäbi şol duýgy ähli gowy zatlar ýaly ýok bolmaga barýar.

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

What is the dumbest thing you overthink about?

Meniňki - Pcm boýunça karýeram saýlamakda dogrymydym? 10-njy synpda

Eň akmak zat näme, siz onuň üstünde köp pikirlenýärsiňiz?

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

Adamlar muny aşak düşünmek diýýärler, ýöne men geljeki has aňsat çaklaýarys diýýärin

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

Bazen pikirlenmegi bes etmeli we başyňdan çykmagy öwrenmeli, diňe goýbermeli.

Even writing this post took a lot of thinking 😭

Tell me how to stop overthinking

Bu ýazgyy ýazmak hem köp pikirlenmegi talap etdi 😭

Meni aşak düşünmekden nähili gaçmalydygymy aýdyp ber

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.

Aşak düşünmek bilen baglanyşykly haýsy maslahatlary aldyňyz? Nähili işleýär we näme işleýär?

Biz aşakda aşak düşünmek bilen baglanyşykly käbir giňden kabul edilen maslahatlary ýakyp, ýok etjek.

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

Hiç kim seni halas etmäge gelmeýär, hiç bir dost ýa-da maşgalanyň seni aşak pikirlenmekden halas etmäge gelmeýär
Has köp pikir etme, sebäbi bu seni diňe aşakda saklar we sen bu barada hiç zat edip bilemezsiň
Men bu gaty agyr eşidilýär diýýän, ýöne biz muny kabul etmeli.

Özüňi dolandyryň

I'm thinking about cutting my dread locs off

Locs

Men dreads loclarymy kesmek barada pikirlenýärin

😴😴

Positively overthinking

Ýagny pikirlenmek

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

Can't sleep

Eger-de seniň başyňda şeýle pikirler bar bolsa: "MENI UYDAKLA!! MENI ÝALNYZ BIRAK!!"

Ukyň gelmeýär

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

Men köp pikirlenýärin we ýene-de hiç hili pikirlenmedik ýaly hereket edýärin 🙌

memes

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

#öwüşmek #gorky #gülkünç #ýaşamak

"Men siziň bilen gaharlandymy?" - men, her gün meniň bilen aragatnaşyk edýän her bir adama 😅🙃

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...

Dünyada sizi iň bagtly etjek adam, her gijäniň irtelesinde olaryň bilen oýananda sizi iň bagtly duýdurjak adam, öňünden profiline süzüp geçeniňiz birisi bolsa näme bolar?

Siziň profiline hiç hili zat ýaramady.

Olaryň ýeterlik gowy suratlary ýokdy.

Olaryň "salam" diýendiklerini, ýöne siz bu habary göz ardyna etdiniz.

Siz olaryň profilini süzüp geçdiňiz we, netijede, gözellikli söýgi hekaýasyny, ömriň dowamynda gülüşleri we gözýaşlary, we durmuşyňyzdaky söýgi bilen ýaşlanmak mümkinçiligini süzüp geçdiňiz.

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Men bu barada pikir edýän ýeke-täk adammyka diýýärin. 🤣

Eger siz öňden öz ruhuňyzy tapyp geçseňiz näme bolar...

A Boo community for meeting other Overthinking enthusiasts.

Overthinking Community

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