The Illusion of Having It All Together


 There’s a version of healing that people don’t talk about enough or maybe at all. 

The part where you think you are doing okey or over whatever happened.
Where you walk away from something that hurt you, feeling strong, composed at times proud of how easily you let go.

And then, hours or even days later, it hits. Not gently. Not gradually but more like a slap from someone that was waiting for you to be alone.

Suddenly, your chest feels tight. Your mind starts racing. Every thought you got rid off comes back louder, heavier, harder to ignore. The What Ifs, The Maybes... and all what comes with the doubts. You try to make sense of it, but it moves too fast overwhelming you like a horse on a rampage and refusing to be tamed.

And that’s when the real struggle begins, because controlling your thoughts isn’t as easy as “just think positive” type of thing; not like flipping a switch ( low-key wish it is ). It’s not one decision. It’s a process that often looks like losing rather than winning.

You sit with yourself, trying to understand:
Why am I still thinking about this?
Why does it still hurt if I already decided to move on?
Why do I feel like I’m back to square one?

But you did not get back to square one, but rather in the middle of learning something difficult:

That your thoughts usually don’t obey instantly.
That your emotions don’t follow logic and 1 + 1.
That letting go mentally takes longer than letting go physically.

Controlling your thoughts, in reality, is not by silencing them but changing your relationship with them.

It’s letting the thought pass without building a story around it.
It’s catching yourself before you turn a moment into a conclusion about your worth.

And some days, you’ll fail at that, and terribly I am afraid.

Some days, the thoughts will win. They’ll sit heavy in your chest, follow you into the shower, echo in the quiet. You’ll try to cry and feel like even your tears are stuck somewhere inside you with them thoughts,

But even then something important starts to evolve, you start becoming aware and that is the first form of control. Not perfection not constant control just awareness.

The ability to say:
This is a thought, not a fact.
This feeling is real, but it is not permanent.
I don’t have to follow every path my mind leads me to.

It’s slow, it’s frustrating and sometimes, it feels like you’re not making progress at all.

But you are actually, because the goal was never to have a perfectly quiet mind. The goal is to not be controlled and overwhelmed by the noise. And maybe that’s what healing actually looks like, not the image portrayed on social media or the quick fixes you may hoped for.

I hope to whomever reading this to find the quiet strength of not letting these overwhelming thoughts  define you or your worth .... Peace.




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  1. Ikram Belaghzal1 May 2026 at 02:30

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  2. Ikram Belaghzal1 May 2026 at 02:30

    Well said. You expressed something very real and not often talked about. Keep writing with this kind of honesty it truly connects.

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