In the vast expanse of an overthinker's mind, my mind, a journey to find peace becomes a paramount quest, fueled by an exhausting longing to break free from the chains of bottled-up emotions. For too long, the weight of thoughts and feelings has burdened my soul, leaving me weary and yearning for respite. Thus, with a passionate desire to untangle the knots within, they embark on a profound voyage, seeking solace and release. Not feeling the pain of anxiety most days, body shutting down, mind feeling like it is on fire, and chest being so tight nothing can pull it apart. If anyone thinks, “you have the power to change it and live a life full of freedom with no wariness that will run through your head. Let it go, allow yourself to heal.” You’re right, but the - how - into doing that is what I am trying to figure out. I take it all out on paper, alongside the beauty of creating art.
As I step onto this path, I know I carry with me a heavy burden—the accumulated baggage of countless contemplations and endless cycles of analysis. My mind, a labyrinthine maze of intricate thoughts, tends to over analyze every situation, dissecting even the purest occurrences into fragments of dissected reality. Each emotion, every decision, becomes an enigma begging for scrutiny, perpetuating a cycle of mental exhaustion. My mind being an overthinker yearns to break free from this self-imposed prison, to unravel the knots that bind me and finally breathe in the tranquility that has eluded me for so long.
"They Don't Know" seeks to unearth the hidden significance in life's forgotten corners and one’s lifelong journey of overthinking, where moments of profound impact are silently swept beneath the rug. These moments, though often overlooked, need not possess grandiosity or prominence. Rather, they are the very fabric of existence—the untold tales I never share. I conceal them behind carefully constructed facades, compelled by a deep-seated dissatisfaction with myself. Perhaps I believe that by staying quiet, I will stand out, or perchance, the desperate yearning for purpose will drive others to care. Alas, let me be the bearer of truth: no one is going to care but you. Truthfully but respectfully, nobody gives a fuck.
The journey begins with an act of surrender—a conscious choice to let go of the need to control every outcome, to release the grip on the incessant flow of thoughts. It is a step towards acceptance, understanding that not everything can be neatly dissected and analyzed. It is a recognition that peace cannot be found within the confines of an overactive mind; it must be sought beyond those walls.
See, in the enchanting interplay between the stillness of writing and the curiosity that ignites when passion takes hold, I discover a profound sense of magic and can almost say I see the world in a more real way. In my own way of not grasping the attention of another’s soul wrapping in mine. It is within the realm of words, where meaning intertwines with expression, expression you don’t want to let out because judgement holds power. Yet, you’re thinking judgment holds the power and that extraordinary things come to life only in little gestures but never given the full experience. Beyond their mere value, words possess an inherent enchantment, for they hold the power to shape our reality. My reality. This notion resonates deeply within me, anchoring back to the wisdom given by my mother during my formative years. She would caution me, "careful what you speak about because what you speak about, you bring upon." Admittedly, I do not profess to lead a life in positivity, for I, like any other human, am not immune to the pushes, sways, and flow of emotions.
In the pursuit of peace, the overthinkers mind embarks on a pilgrimage to stillness. They seek out moments of quiet contemplation, where the screeching of thoughts can be subdued, allowing space for clarity and introspection. Through meditation, I discover the power of silence, the profoundness of simply being present in the moment. In those stolen moments of serenity, my mind learns to detach from racing thoughts and immerse myself in the gentle rhythm of breath, finding solace in the stillness that surrounds me. That’s where I let go and honestly, the only time I let go.
But peace is not merely found in solitude; it flourishes in connection with others. Fuck, no one can say anything, but relationships is the most important thing to us because we can’t take anything with us when we die but the relationships we had. That growth that happened within us with that specific soul. The overthinker, tired of the isolation that accompanies my constant mental battles, seeks out companionship. I surround themselves with individuals who offer warmth, empathy, and understanding. In the presence of these kindred spirits, I find solace in shared experiences and a sense of belonging that alleviates the weight of my overactive mind. Through open conversations and vulnerability, I discover that I am not alone in my struggles—a revelation that brings comfort and relief. Don’t get me wrong though, I find myself surrounding my energy with negativity and codependency as well. This has caused so much pain and pain I truly never wish to bring upon others.
As the journey unfolds, my mind delves deeper into my emotions, embracing the discomfort that arises from confronting my vulnerabilities. I recognize that emotions are not adversaries to be feared but rather messengers, guiding me towards healing and growth. Through journaling, creating art, and designing, I pour my heart onto the pages, into the camera, into the blueprint, liberating myself from the shackles of unexpressed thoughts. In this act of release, I find cleansing, a purging of pent-up emotions that brings clarity and renewed energy.
Yet, the journey to peace is not without its challenges. There are moments when I stumble, when the tendrils of doubt threaten to ensnare me once more. In those moments, I draw strength from the resilience that has carried me thus far. I remind myself of the progress made, of the small victories along the way. I embrace the truth that setbacks are part of the process, and that growth often arises from moments of struggle.
This captivating blog aims to foster understanding, empathy, and support for mental health by weaving together personal thoughts and experiences into insightful prose. Being the creator, a compassionate soul, I endeavor to establish a safe and inclusive space—a haven where individuals can seek solace, forge connections, and find a sense of belonging. Through the magic of relatable stories, the challenges and triumphs of everyday life will be unveiled, shedding light on the intricacies of the human condition. Open dialogue, punctuated by vulnerability, shall serve as the cornerstone, shattering the stifling stigmas that surround mental health. Awareness shall be raised, self-care shall be promoted, and others will be empowered to embrace their mental well-being.
Letting "They Don't Know" be my guiding light, illuminating the path toward authenticity and healing. Within its eloquently written pages, you all reading shall discover the strength to embrace your own vulnerabilities and confront the shadows that loom within. Through shared narratives and unwavering honesty, we shall strive to kindle a fire within the hearts of all who partake in this collective journey. In doing so, we carve a space for self-expression, a sanctuary where healing takes place. A place to share what “They Don’t Know,” because assumptions are all around us.
