realistiqthinker

There was a time I thought my exhaustion meant I was deep.If my mind never stopped, if I could analyze every angle, predict every outcome, rehearse every possible conversation, I assumed that meant I was intelligent. But no one tells you this: A constantly racing mind is not proof of depth.Sometimes it is proof of…

Our minds rarely rest, not because life is demanding, but because we were never taught how to stop managing reality in our heads. What makes this exhaustion difficult to name is that it often disguises itself as intelligence. We are tired, yet articulate.Overwhelmed, yet informed.Anxious, yet analytical. And so we assume the problem is life…