Overthinking Kills Your Happiness Novels & Stories

I would gladly switch places with her if it meant escaping this unbearable fate. Lately, my heart is heavy with frustration and sorrow. The burden of my thoughts is so overwhelming that I have begun to entertain ideas I never thought possible. There are moments when I wonder if it would be better to simply end it all. The thought of suicide, once unthinkable, now crosses my mind more often than I care to admit. I feel trapped, as if there is no escape from this endless cycle of pain.

And now he's dead, and the man who killed him might have also killed my mother. When I think of it that way, it's no wonder I could hardly keep myself focused today. Everything seems so stupid and pointless. It's not like I had a terrific opinion of my job before this, but now I can't imagine why anybody would want to spend their life sitting here, going over spreadsheets, wasting hour after hour. Is this what happens when a person realizes they could have died more than once? Is this my big turning point moment where I realize I need to shake up my entire life instead of wasting another minute doing something I hate?

Their honor besmirched, Sean's parents hanged themselves in their desperation, and neither were breathing when Sean found them. Though both were rushed to the hospital and saved, their brains lost oxygen for too long and they both fell to a vegetative state. After that, Sean fell to smoking and alcoholism to cope with his grief, and could be heard breaking the things in his house from time to time. When Sally came to his neighborhood again, ready to raise more hell, he was suddenly on top of her, grabbing her neck and threatening to throw their son off the building. "You witch! My parents wouldn't have tried to hang themselves if not for you!"

I hate overthinking; it really kills my happiness. I started pacing the floor. Something could actually be wrong with him, and here I am worrying about him being with someone else! He could also be perfectly fine and just need a break. I’m going to be so upset when he finally walks through that darn door! I stopped and checked the time on my phone again. Maybe going to bed was the better option.

I'm even afraid that one day, the thing that's destined to ruin us will arrive and leave us no choice but to accept that we actually are supposed to just make each other happy temporarily just to suffer from waves and waves of misery. We did not talk about that kind of topic after our conversation last time because he thinks it's useless overthinking when we can actually fight on our own without thinking that something might ruin us. I think he's already done about that but he's actually a pro on making me stop overthinking and I guess it sometimes works. Funny, isn't it? It's so funny how destiny can make us happy and take it away afterward like a toy that just stays temporarily but as long

I was supposed to be with Hazel tonight, help her with the premiere and all, but I was afraid I would meet him there, and so I had to come up with an excuse. “Fuck!” I cursed, hitting my forehead with my palm. I hate the fact that I am an overthinker, but I guess it's trying to stop me from doing the same thing my mom did. I can't even tell Hazel that I've found out about them; I have been so consumed with every thought that pops into my head. I am just… lost! “What if I stop overthinking? What if I just enjoy whatever it is I want and don't care about what happens in the end? What if I did not end up like my mom?” I said and then stood up from my bed.

They also thought that we were snobs and didn’t like interacting with others, only preferring those within our community. Like I said, I didn’t want to think about anything or anyone, so I drive with absolutely no thought in my head. I am an overthinker, so I put all my energy into blocking out my thoughts. I usually overthink things, which usually leads to stressing about them and then finally gives way to a minor depression.

“If I feel like doing something, I go for it. Cause if I feel like doing something, then it's something I wanna do and if I do it, it'll make me happy.” “Running a red light?” They shared a wholesome laugh. “I think, what makes humans unhappy is that they spend too much time thinking about whether or not to do something. All that time they take deciding is happiness getting wasted, cause at the end of the day when you do decide to go for it, it doesn't feel as exciting as it felt when you first thought about it.” She was saying. Hunter noticed that she had stopped fidgeting. “When you think about doing something, do it while you still have that excitement.”

The more you know think, the more you remember, the difficult it is for you to breathe. Each day overthinking is like a poison that slowly and slowly kills you by numbing you. By exhausting you, making you incapable of doing anything to achieve your goals and rules using a memory meter capable of doing things that you never could have done. I sighed as i let go of my thoughts. “Open the door, Iris. To a fresh start." I said. I have been given this opportunity and I wont let it go to waste. “I quite don't get what you mean here."

He sighs, "You've poured more than enough honey on your pancakes, princess." My eyes widen and I look at my plate. I huff and put the bottle on the table. Why am I dreaming in daylight? "I apologize," I mutter and hold the piece to stuff it into my mouth. "No worries. And yeah my love, don't think so much. I know it's impossible to forget what happened in the past but whenever you feel like your mind is struggling, just take some deep breaths and push the thought out of your mind." I nod at his words. He knows my habit of overthinking and we can't help it. Overthinking feels like a disorder sometimes and to me, it's the most dangerous disease.