Feeling Overwhelm

Overwhelmed man

The feeling of overwhelm is an interesting one, sometimes so quiet you barely know it is there and other times so blaringly obvious like a freight train on a calm, clear night.

Either way, the feeling is the same. That feeling like the world is spinning out of control, going so fast that you can barely hold on. That tightness in your chest, the inability to breathe, the feeling of air leaving your lungs and not quite being able to return.

That sense of time running out, of impending doom, that you are never going to quite make it across the finish line in the race of life. That sense of disbelief that you can work so hard on something and never see it come to fruition, that abundance evades you and lands in everyone else’s lap so easily. That sense of failure moving ominously closer and closer to you while you desperately try to run away like in a slow-motion dream.

Times like these where everything feels so out of control. Where we are stuck on that hamster wheel of expectancy, of deadlines and of trying to prove ourselves to others who are just trying to do the same.

It’s times like these, where we just have to stop. And take stock of everything that we have achieved, of all the races that we have won, of the silent victories that we forgot to celebrate before feeling failure at not quite being able to win at the next one.

It’s times like these, when all else feels so out of control, that we need to stop. Just quite simply, pause. Keep our finger pressed on the double lines to allow ourselves that time to reset, to reorder our thoughts, to change our actions, to understand that not everyone is meant to stay in our lives, that whatever is meant for us will never evade us, and when the time is right we would have done all that we were meant to do, and not a moment before.

And to allow ourselves to not think of the future for a moment. Or of all that needs doing, of the deadlines looming, of the stresses ahead, of the people who don’t help us, of the advice we don’t get, of the long winding path that we find ourselves traveling on. No, we just stop.

And in that moment of pause, we allow ourselves the chance to breathe, to fill our lungs and our body with clean, fresh air. We allow our hearts to slow and our blood to relax into a more sustainable flow, one that is free of cortisol and adrenalin and all such stress. And we close our eyes, and quieten our mind and think nothing.

And in that moment we realise that tomorrow is another day, that we are doing so well, that we are achieving small steps everyday and that maybe, just maybe, if we released the pressure of time and completion from our daily ritual, we might actually find that we get more done. That we feel calmer, and happier, and lighter, and brighter.

And that in this moment, we learn more about ourselves than ever before.