Overthinking is Not a Flex

How overthinking stole my peace and nearly my life.

Hi guys! It’s been a while. A really long time. Lots of stuff happened and yes, happy new year!

Your girl was hiding for almost a year. I have many written drafts but I didn’t post any of them because I want to post when I feel I should do it. I should do it out of habit. Not for algorithm or likes. I write to vent. to express. to cry, but with words. For the record, my last post was:

“Overthinking is Not a Flex”

I did remove the paywall from my last post, which has been one of my important ones. because why not? why should I add a payment requirement for some life checks? I think we all are going through some internal crisis. why not write and share others’ pain. maybe you’ll relate. maybe you wouldn’t. I still haven’t been able to defeat overthinking. it’s hard. and i know it. if you’re going through it, I’m with you love.

Also, no one paid, lol. No one gave a damn about it. so screw this and here we go;

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It’s obvious that you can’t simply get rid of the habit of overthinking. If you’re an overthinker, I hate to remind you- it’s a part of you. You can’t silence that voice. You can’t silence those thoughts.

But before we begin, I’d like you to read this poem about overthinking. Maybe then you’ll understand what truly goes on inside the mind of an overthinker.

I try not to think,
but I can’t help it.

Little things bother me,
they gnaw at my skin,
they make me ill.

Anxieties whisper:
what if this, what if that?
I think and I think
until I forget myself.

What will happen?
What will I do?
Will they help,
or will I be alone?

You call it sitting idle,
but it’s an immense exercise:
a brain running marathons
in circles it can’t escape.

Thought after thought,
I tire it,
worry after worry,
I drain hope away.

I know how it feels—
I’ve stood at the last edge,
ready to fall,
clutching only a single straw
my mind left me with.

And this is what overthinking does:
it steals sleep,
it steals joy,
it builds a cage from your own thoughts
and then locks you inside.

Until you’re left
exhausted,
hollow,
and learning too late
that the mind can drown
in its own storm.

-Sanyaa

I see a lot of memes about overthinking, some glorifying it. And I used to be a part of that cult. I once believed it was a virtue and worrying too much somehow made me more responsible or thoughtful.

But overthinking disturbed my mental peace and destroyed my physical health.

Yes.

It’s good to think things over, but when you think so much that it grows into something huge — like you’re nourishing a tiny bug… it will eventually turn into a termite that swallows you whole.

It’s not a virtue,
but a disease disguised as concern.

A habit that poisons the mind,
a danger zone you step into
every time you worry too much.

You’re on the road to anxiety,
and maybe some pills—
because if you don’t pause it,
it will pull you down a well.

If you don’t silence it,
it will silence your sanity.

Overthinking is not a flex, my friend.
It is a calamity.

-Sanyaa

As my therapist said,

“Overthinking is just a failed attempt to control worries. It’s nothing more than fear disguised as control.”

True that.

I will share my journey with you guys. I’ll share what techniques I’m learning in therapy and what has helped me so far.

As I said before, it’s good to think things over but to overthink them is a kind of tyranny you inflict on your own mind.

Our brains are constantly working, and when we push them too hard, they become drained. That’s why our temples ache when we stress too much. We’re putting our minds through heavy labor. This is what my doctor told me.

What happened to me left me weak and frail. I’ll share exactly what happened in my upcoming paid posts. For a long time, I’ve been telling people it was an eating disorder. It wasn’t.

I’m still too afraid to say it out loud. The kind of music I listened to, the kind of thoughts I had, and the things I did… my own mistakes threw me into a pit whose consequences I’m still suffering.

But I guess that’s life.

One of the things my doctor told me to manage my overthinking was this: write it down. Take those thoughts out of your body. Let them rot and swell on paper. Get rid of the thoughts to get rid of the feelings. She forced me to journal and she told me how to do it— something I didn’t want to do but I had to, because I’m dependent on her.

To be Continued…

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