The key is timing. If you time your anxiety for when you're supposed to be asleep, you get to be too anxious to sleep and be unable to do the thing that alleviates said-anxiety! (Like completing a work task, or running a noisy appliance like a vacuum cleaner or washing machine, or making a phone call that can only be made between certain hours, etc.)
Then when morning arrives, and you're finally in a position to do the thing that was bothering you all night, you'll either be too exhausted to start the task, or be so mentally-overwhelmed that you completely forget the thing even exists.
Until the next night, that is. Then the cycle repeats.
Currently not doing the thing, but can’t go to bed, because the thing is not done.
Update: Still haven't done the thing.
Go fart glitter in bed, I'm sure the thing can be done tomorrow
But then tomorrow the thing still needs to be done and the cycle repeats
Any more updates?
Passed out without doing the thing.
The only possible solution
Why get rest when you can be anxious about the thing you’re not doing and will continue to not do?
The key is timing. If you time your anxiety for when you're supposed to be asleep, you get to be too anxious to sleep and be unable to do the thing that alleviates said-anxiety! (Like completing a work task, or running a noisy appliance like a vacuum cleaner or washing machine, or making a phone call that can only be made between certain hours, etc.)
Then when morning arrives, and you're finally in a position to do the thing that was bothering you all night, you'll either be too exhausted to start the task, or be so mentally-overwhelmed that you completely forget the thing even exists.
Until the next night, that is. Then the cycle repeats.
Who knew a Skeletor meme could provide such deep wisdom.
I didn't do the thing but I was stressed out the entire time about it.
“The thing” is cropping the screenshot, right?
Because it totally doesn’t bother me at all. If it did, I certainly wouldn’t comment about it.
I can only take so many beatings :(
The „nothing“ was actually doomscrolling, falling into a random research or shopping rabbithole, or similar.