A Brutally Honest Look Inside My Head
My brain is a full-time talk show that never goes off-air.
The commercial jingles are stuck in my head. I keep trying to change the channel, but, it's all reruns.
SpongeBob Squarepants: “Squilliam Returns” (Season 3).
Actually, scratch that—it's more like that episode of SpongeBob where he forgets his name. All those tiny SpongeBobs are running around his brain, setting everything on fire, frantically digging through filing cabinets for the memory of what his dang name is.
That's me.
Instead of SpongeBobs, I have a bunch of miniature IMBHOMoms sprinting through my head in crisis mode.
One is scheduling dentist appointments, drafting blog ideas, and worrying about whether the kids feel seen enough today. It's chaotic and doesn't provide enough coffee.
From 5:30 a.m. to 8 p.m., I'm running — sometimes literally, mostly mentally… it’s exhausting.
My brain throws pop-ups like an internet browser with too many tabs open.
Don't forget to reply to that email.
You need to reschedule that doctor's appointment. Oh, and you can't forget about your daughter's gymnastics at 6:45 and your son's taekwondo at 5:30.
You should really start that blog before you lose subscribers…
Oh, and did you put an ice pack in the kids' lunches so their fruit stayed cold?
It's constant background noise with no mute button.
Even when I finally sit down, I don't actually rest. I'm usually sitting at my computer writing or designing.
Relax!
“Don't tell me to relax.” 😆
My brain changed tactics and whispered,
"Hey, shouldn't you be doing something right now?"
I overanalyze everything — every conversation, every look, every tone. I replay moments like there's a prize for spotting what I did wrong. I try to fix things that aren't even broken… anything but myself.
I tell myself I should relax, but I honestly don't remember what that feels like anymore. I don't know how to be bored —the sit-there-and-stare-at-a-wall kind of bored. And if I ever slow down, my brain rushes to fill the silence with guilt. If I'm not doing something, am I just wasting my time?
Oh…yeah. I should definitely be more productive right now.
It's loudest in the morning, when my brain is already sprinting before my feet hit the floor. And it's the hardest at night, when I should be winding down, but instead plan blog posts, weekend activities, and fix problems that don't even exist.
The only time it ever really goes quiet is when I'm asleep — and even then, my dreams are still multitasking.
Here’s my brutally honest opinion: half of us aren’t overthinkers by nature — we’re conditioned to believe slowing down means we’re falling behind. We praise being busy like it’s a personality trait. We wear exhaustion like it’s a badge.
And the true IMBHO? No.
I am done. I’m soo over it.
I don’t want to earn peace anymore; I want to practice it.
📣If your brain's been stuck on the same channel lately, do you change it, mute it, or just let it play until you fall asleep on the couch?
