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Putting one's legs in an overthinker's shoes.

Sleep.
In my perspective, when you sleep every cell in your body relaxes and gives your mind, soul, and body a little bit of peace. Sleep is something that repairs your body and gives you energy for another day.
Sleep is a tricky term for an overthinker.
You need to relax your brain and body to sleep.
Imagine this.
Your brain keeps working 24/7 thinking of things that might never happen. That constant thinking generates panic and anxiety. You cannot get your brain to stop and your eyes to close. You just stay there lying on the bed trying, draining, and exhausting all the energy you’ve got.
Two things may work.
 One, you cry yourself to bed.  
Two, you exhaust yourself and there’s nothing left but to rest now.
Now Imagine this daily. This is what happens to an overthinker. Maybe I did exaggerate here but this is usually the case in many of the overthinkers.
And correct me when I say, this is a problem that is not addressed and is considered as a phase of adolescence.
Overthinking and anxiety aren’t a choice we choose. It’s like a period; that isn’t wanted but comes every damn month.
There’s a reason why people say, “You never know what someone is going through. Be kind. Always.”
If you can't understand then at least don’t judge.
If you can't relate then don't talk.
If you aren't the person who can help then just be kind enough to walk away.
Drink more water, stay hydrated and be nice macha.



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  1. If you don't understand them don't judge---😭😭😭😭 I love you for your ideologies. ❤️

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