Novel & Cerita Overthinking Kills Your Happiness

Let go of the dream I once held so tightly, the one where everything worked out, where my mate and I had something close to perfect. Maybe that dream was never real to begin with, is what my overthinking mind told me, although I might have known the better answer to that. I still let myself worry as if it was the only way to make me feel grounded. I let myself believe that it was the only way to keep me going. Which choice would actually make me happy? Did a happy ending even exist, or was that just another lie people held onto so life did not feel so heavy? The thoughts kept coming, one after another, piling up until it felt like I could barely breathe under them.

If I was being correct enough I wanted to make sure that I did not become something else that was going to trigger me into becoming a fool or doing anything I was going to make me crazy. I had already lost a whole lot of ideas and to sign for me to regain it. If I was not going to be doing anything correctly then I needed to deal with the issues properly make sure that I avoided some of the stress that should have been taken away. "You are overthinking things again and that's one of the issues that I have with you because you can't just seem to see beyond what's going on and I kind of understand that you feel this way but it shouldn't have to be the pressure that you keep experiencing all th

Everything has been so crazy these past months. With my dad wanting... no, trying to kill me and would have succeeded the third time if not for… Sighs I really don’t want to think about all that has been happening these past few months and so I don’t think too much and cause another depressing depression for myself again. The therapist I was supposed to see when I was little which whom I am having a weekly session told me not to overthink things too much so it doesn’t affect my daily life and so that I can concentrate on healing from what has happened.

“Well, you look like you’d like to jump over the rooftop. So, I had to do it.” “I hate my life right now. I am not getting things right. It’s irritating. It’s not making anyone happy, it’s not making me happy! What do I do?” “Stop thinking about what would make other people happy.” “Well, easy for you to say. You look so happy all the time!” “Well, I have a lot of reasons to be happy. How about you? What makes you happy?” “Right now? Nothing makes me happy! Not a single thing right at this moment is making any sense.”

I was so nervous that day, so many questions I had as I didn't think that I would ever be happy but now I guess no one is happier than me. Yes, I know nowadays I am in bad mood but once I see Aiden's smile, I forget everything. "They are looking so happy. I am getting jealous of them," Olive who was sitting beside me said. "If I can get happiness then you also can get. You only need to take some steps," I said. "I am not courageous like you. Well, it's good to know you're happy and I hope these two idiots also remain happy," she said. "You are strong. It's just you need to understand one thing; sometimes for finding your happiness, you need to throw people from your life even if they are you

She felt a pinch in her heart, her heart cried that somewhere she also wants this. You are fine one moment, and the next moment slaps you into sadness. Sometimes, you notice that change. And sometimes, you don't even notice when it hit you. That's what happens when we carry a burden of thoughts. We all live with a grave in our hearts, a grave that we have built for ourselves with the baggage of thoughts. We think, we think, and we think more until we have created a monster in our head. And then, we just keep feeding that monster to keep tormenting us. I know you too have done this. I know you too have suffered those mood swings that sometimes become too big to be called just mood swings. We

“But not too much to sacrifice you, so you’re right--” “Aiden.” I stopped him. He shouldn’t think that way, I don’t want to lose my man who thinks so damn well just because of my unnecessary fears. “You love us. You’ve done enough, you are enough. I just… overthink things all the time. I’m sorry.” “Hmm… you love us more, isn’t that why you’re overthinking things?” I sighed. “Yes but too much is never better.” Aiden chuckled. “I’ll agree with that.”

What if my understanding of the man I intended to marry proved to be less complete than I had believed? Karma?

Now I couldn't help but think all sorts of things that most likely didn't need me to overthink them. I think I'm dickmatized. I let out a deep breath. I hated overthinking; it really kills my happiness! I started pacing the floor. Something could actually be wrong with him, and I'm here thinking about him sticking his penis into someone else! He could actually be okay too and just need a break. I'm going to be so upset when he walks through that darn door! I stopped and checked the time on my phone again. Maybe going to bed was a better option!

I can almost visualize my own overthinking brain armed with a megaphone, ready to disrupt these amazing moments with its nagging questions. For once, I wish I could just let things be. I wish I could allow myself to experience joy without instantly translating it into a series of definitions and labels. It's almost comical how my mind threatens to unravel the very fabric of this newfound happiness by overanalyzing every laugh, every lingering touch.