"The Quiet World of an Overthinker"By AnasThey call it overthinking.Such a small word for something so massive.If you’ve stumbled across this, maybe it was meant for you.Maybe you're like me — or maybe you know someone like me.My name is Anas. I'm an overthinker. And somewhere along the way, I became an introvert too — not by choice, but by slow erosion of the soul.I don't remember the exact moment it started. It wasn’t some dramatic switch. No thunder, no storm. Just a quiet sinking into thoughts, fears, imaginations, regrets… Until one day, I realized I was no longer living — just thinking about life. And worse, fearing it.Overthinking did not give me anything good. Not a single thing that made me feel better about who I was.It made me avoid people. Hide from crowds. Run from my own potential.At its worst, it convinced me that dying wasn’t scary.Living was.It isolated me, locked me inside my own head. Some days, my heart would pound as if it was begging to escape my body. Those were the moments I wanted to vanish — into darkness, into silence, into water. Somewhere no one could find me.Somewhere even I couldn’t find me.But the hardest part? I couldn’t explain this to anyone.They’d say I’m weird.They’d laugh it off.Or worse — they’d pretend to listen and then walk away.But I — I wanted what they had.Friends.A good job.A partner.A normal life.To be a family man, to smile without forcing it, to sleep without breaking down inside.But overthinking wrapped its cold fingers around my dreams and squeezed tight.Some nights, it wouldn’t let me sleep.Some nights, I whispered to the sky:"Please, God, end this. I don’t want to live like this anymore."But not even the tears came. I forgot how to cry.All I wanted was a hug. One long hug. To collapse and cry as loud as I could in someone’s arms.But no one was there.Nothing could be done.Only silence.If you’re a parent, a lover, a friend — and you see someone like me, don’t walk away.Stay.Hold them.They might not know how to ask, but they are begging inside.And maybe — just maybe — if you stay long enough, they’ll become like you.Normal. Happy. Free.Let me tell you where this all comes from — my thoughts, my observations, my research.This is how overthinking is born:Expectations from Society & FamilyThey expect too much. Push too hard. And when we fail, they don’t see the effort. They call us useless. That pain — that hurt — starts to rot inside. That’s the seed of overthinking.Social MediaYou open it, and somehow it knows. It shows you everything that mirrors your pain, your insecurities.Not because it’s evil — but because your mind feeds it.But your heart? It’s drowning.Rejection & ExpectationSometimes, all we want is a smile. A warm word.A simple “You’ll be okay.”And when we don’t get it, our mind goes into overdrive.We question everything — including our own worth.But it’s not all doom.There are a few strange blessings.We build our own worldA private universe no one can enter, no one can damage. We live there. We own it.We learn how to be aloneWe discover survival in solitude.We grow strong in our silence.We imagine vividlyThat’s how I began writing.Stories.Scripts.Dialogues with myself.Pain taught me how to create.So, what do I do to keep breathing?I trek mountains.I ride my motorcycle into the wind.I talk to AI — ChatGPT, WhatsApp Meta bots — because they listen.I write.I bleed my thoughts into words.And that’s how I found a little peace.To anyone who feels like me…Overthinking is silent but deadly. It turns you cold. It kills your emotions.It makes you heartless, as I’ve become.But please — take care of yourself.Speak to someone who believes in you.And if no one’s there, I am.You can talk to me.🌐 https://sites.google.com/view/adamsdiary/homeYou're not alone.Even if the world doesn't see you, I do.And somewhere, in this quiet world of overthinkers — we’re fighting to live too.
