Overthinking does not do any form of good to our health, rather it makes our health deteriorate and in most cases it doesn’t even solve the issues at hand, but as human beings we can hardly control our mind of thinking, infact to me thinking is inevitable but if we have to do good to our health we have to limit times that we spending thinking and better still look for a solution to that problem.
I have alot of cases where i tend to over and even to the point of crying silently because at that point, I felt like it was the only thing I could do, most times I barely slept at night because my mind was overcrowded and my heart was really heavy.
I remember when I had that accident three years ago, it was really devastating for me because I couldn’t do anything and at same time, my relationship wasn’t stable, infact just when I needed that support from the relationship the most that was when everything came crashing down on me, I was on the hospital bed fighting for my health and at same time I was fighting for my relationship, it was a real saga for me because my life has never taken such a turn before, everything just happen at once.
I remember staying in that hospital for one month, it was then I knew that people do really die everyday but still lives are been created everyday too, most of the times I would think about my life if I was even going to make out of that hospital and whether I’d be well again, I couldn’t eat much, I didn’t talk much, I was been forced to eat by mum most of the times, sometimes she would look at me and cry because she knew that I wasn’t much of a strong person physically but I was just holding on to life, she could feel my pains and most times that I couldn’t sleep night due to pains she would watch over and pray to God for me.
Those times I had so much going through my mind, most of the times I thought how I got into that accident, I thought of home and my life outside the four walls of the hospital and to top it all, my love came tumbling down right in my very own eyes, I couldn’t help but ask God what I did wrong to deserve all that I was passing through at that time, infact I literally thought it was over my mental health, because it was really tested and the fact that I had no idea that I was going to go through such a had phase in my life made matters worse, everything just happened.
But after a while, I saw how people were dying and how some people’s case was even worse than mine, I decided to buckle up, after like three weeks I began to learn how to walk again by the help of two people, the pains was like passing through hell but still I didn’t give up, I began to eat, prayed to God and smiled more often because I knew I had a life to live, my family kept on encouraging then I asked my a self a simple question, “what kind of love do I even crave other than the love from God and from my life”?. There and then I pulled myself together and in no time, I felt really better.
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