Sleep Hypnosis for Overthinking | Stop Racing Thoughts & Fall Asleep Fast

0:06 Some nights, the mind does not want to stop. The body is tired. The lights are out. But the thoughts keep on coming. Things you need to do tomorrow. Things you said today. Questions with no answers yet. One after another. Like pages turning by themselves. If tonight is one of those nights, then this is a place to set them down.

0:55 This is a guided relaxation for sleep with some gentle hypnosis in it, made for a busy, overthinking mind. Keep it for bedtime, once you are lying down somewhere safe, and never play it on the road or during any task that asks you to stay alert. You stay in charge from beginning to end, free to shift position, open your eyes or switch it off. Think of it as a way of resting, not as a medical treatment. And if racing thoughts trouble your days too, It is worth talking to a doctor or counselor about it. That kind of help is there for you. For the moment, there is nothing to work out, nothing to fix, nothing to get right. Let yourself arrive in your bed. Notice the mattress beneath you, holding up the whole weight of your body.

2:10 Notice the pillow under your head, the covers resting over you. Adjust anything that needs adjusting. And whenever it feels right, allow your eyes to close. We will begin with three slow breaths. You do not have to breathe in any special way, just a little slower than usual. Breathe in quietly through your nose. and release it through your mouth as gently as if you were blowing the dust from the cover of an old book. Again, in and out, long and soft and easy. And one more, filling up gently.

3:50 And letting it all go, all the way out, and a little pause at the bottom of the breath before the next one comes by itself. From here on, the breath can look after itself. You do not need to manage it anymore. Tonight we are going somewhere very quiet. Imagine that it is late at night and you are standing at the door of an old library. It is a big old building made of stone with tall arched windows.

5:07 Everyone else has gone home long ago. The streets outside are empty and silent, and someone has left the door unlocked for you, and a few lamps burning inside, so that you can come in and rest here as long as you wish. You push the heavy wooden door and it swings open slowly and quietly and you step inside.

5:56 And what greets you first is the silence. It is a particular kind of silence, the silence of a room full of books, deep and soft and very old, as though the walls themselves had learned, over the years, to be quiet, as though every voice that ever spoke in here had always spoken in a whisper. You close the door behind you and the world outside is shut away.

7:00 You are standing in a great reading room. It is long and high and with a curved ceiling of pale plaster, painted with faded stars. All along the walls, from the floor almost to the ceiling, there are shelves of dark polished wood, filled with books, thousands of books, old ones with leather spines and gold lettering, newer ones in cloth covers of deep green and blue and red, tall ones and small ones, standing shoulder to shoulder, row after row, all the way along the room and up into the shadows.

7:55 A narrow wooden gallery runs around the walls halfway up with a slender iron railing and a ladder on little wheels, leaning against the shelves. And down the middle of the room, there are long wooden tables, each with a row of reading lamps. Most of the lamps are dark, but a few are still lit. old brass lamps with green glass shades, each one casting a soft circle of warm golden light onto the polished wood below. The air is cool and still, and it smells of paper, and old leather of wood polish and the faint, sweet dustiness of very old books.

9:21 Take a slow walk into the room. Your footsteps are soft on the old carpet. The floorboards beneath it creak very gently once or twice, and then are quiet. As you walk, the circles of lamplight pass slowly over you, one after another, and then you move back into the soft shadow between them. you Everything in here is slow.

10:07 Nothing in this room has hurried in a hundred years. The books have waited patiently on their shelves through all the long nights, and they will go on waiting. They are in no rush at all, and neither are you.

10:26 Near the far end of the room beside one of the tall windows there is a reading chair.

10:37 It is a deep.

10:55 Old armchair of soft worn leather with wide arms and a high back and beside it a small round table with a lamp of its own glowing low. A thick blanket of soft wool lies folded over one arm of the chair. This chair is for you. Sit down in it now. Feel how it gives a little beneath you and then holds you. Feel your back settling into its curve, your arms resting on its wide, smooth arms. Draw the blanket across your lap. Through the tall window beside you, you can see the night outside. A dark sky with a few stars. The silhouettes of rooftops. A single street lamp far away. Nothing is moving out there. The whole world seems to have gone to sleep.

12:26 And in here, it is warm and quiet and safe. There is nothing you need to do here.

13:02 No one is expecting anything from you. You can simply sit and rest and listen to the silence of the books.

13:22 On the small table beside your chair, under the lamp, there is a stack of books.

13:54 You did not notice them at first, but they are there, piled up a little untidily, one on top of another. Some are thick and heavy, some are thin, some have bookmarks sticking out of them, some have their pages folded at the corners. These are your thoughts. All the thoughts that have been going around in your head today, the ones that kept you busy, the ones that might keep you awake, Each one is a book on this table.

14:58 There is no need to read them now. In fact, tonight, you are not going to read any of them at all. You are only going to look at their covers one at a time and then put them away. on the shelves, where they belong. Take the book on the top of the pile and hold it in your hands for a moment. Notice its weight. Notice its cover. You do not need to open it. On the spine, in small letters, there is a title. It might be a single word, work, money, tomorrow, a name, or it might be something like things I should have said, or what if. Whatever the title is, simply notice it. Name it quietly to yourself, the way a librarian would name a book. Ah, that one. And now, close it, if it was open, and stand up with it,

16:45 and carry it over to the shelves. Find a space for it. There is always a space. Slide it in, gently, between the other books, until its spine is level with theirs. There. It is put away. It is not lost. It is not forgotten. You know exactly where it is. and you can come back for it whenever you need it. But it does not have to be in your hands tonight.

17:53 Come back to your chair and sit down again. And take the next book from the pile. Perhaps this one is heavier. Some thoughts are. Notice how it feels in your hands. Look at the title on its spine. Name it simply and kindly. And notice too. that it is only a book, ink and paper and a cover. It is something you are holding. It is not who you are.

18:54 Carry it to the shelves. Find its space. and slide it in.

18:59 Let your hands be empty again.

19:28 There is a lovely thing about putting a book back on a shelf. The moment it is in its place, it becomes quiet. Just one spine among thousands, resting in a row. Nothing about it is calling to you anymore. It is simply waiting, patiently, like all the others. Back to the chair. The pile on the table is smaller now.

20:25 Take the next one. Look at its title.

20:29 Name it.

20:43 Perhaps it is a planning kind of thought, a list of things to do. Perhaps it is a remembering kind of thought, a replay of something that happened. Perhaps it is a worrying kind of thought, a story about what might happen. You do not need to sort them carefully. You only need to notice and name and put away.

21:24 Up to the shelves again, find a space. And let it go. You might find that some books come back. You put one away. And a little later, there it is. On the table again. That is alright. Minds are like that. When it happens, you can simply notice it without any annoyance. Ah, you again. And take it back to the shelf as many times as you need to. The shelves are patient, and so is the librarian. Take the next book now, and the next, in your own time. Notice, name put away.

23:02 Notice, name, put away.

23:45 As you keep doing this, you might find that the books are getting lighter, easier to lift, easier to carry, their titles getting harder to read in the soft light, and less and less important. And you might notice that you are moving more slowly now, each walk to the shelves a little slower than the last. each time you sit down, sinking a little deeper into the soft old chair.

24:50 When the next book comes, you may not even need to read its title, You can just let your hand rest on its cover for a moment and feel its weight and then let it go. Look at the table now. There are only one or two books left, perhaps none at all. If there are any still there, leave them. It does not matter. They can wait on the table until morning. You have done enough sorting for one night.

26:21 All around you, the shelves are full and quiet. Every thought is in its place. Thousands of closed books, resting side by side, in long, peaceful rows. And not a single one of them needs anything from you tonight. Let your empty hands rest on the arms of the chair. And notice how much quieter it feels inside now.

27:23 At the far end of the reading room, there is an archway.

27:27 Through it, A long, narrow aisle leads deeper into the library, between two tall walls of books. It is the quietest part of the whole building, the part where the oldest books are kept, the ones that nobody has needed to read for a very long time. Along the aisle, hanging from the ceiling at intervals, there are small lamps, each one glowing softly. Ten of them, one after another, leading away into the distance. In a moment, we will walk slowly down that aisle together. And as you pass each lamp, it will dim very gently behind you and you can let yourself go a little deeper into rest. By the time you reach the end, the library behind you will be dark and quiet and you will be resting more deeply than you have in a long time. Stand up

29:26 from your chair now, slowly, with the blanket around your shoulders, and walk to the archway. The carpet is soft under your feet. The air is cool and still. The first lamp is just ahead.

30:12 10.

30:13 Walking beneath the first lamp, it's soft light on your face, and then on your shoulders, and then behind you, and as you pass, it dims slowly to a low glow.

30:38 Nine.

30:39 The shelves rising high on either side. The smell of old paper letting go a little more.

30:49 Eight.

31:01 Your footsteps slow and soft, another lamp dimming quietly behind you. Seven, the sounds of the world further and further away, deeper, 6. The spines of the books passing slowly by. Dark red, deep green, faded gold. 5.

31:49 Halfway along.

32:04 So comfortable. So calm.

32:20 Four.

32:21 Each step heavier and slower. Each lamp a little dimmer than the one before. 3.

32:30 The aisle growing warmer and quieter and softer. 4.

33:01 Two, almost there, letting everything go. And one, passing beneath the last lamp, watching it dim to the softest amber glow.

33:33 At the end of the aisle there is a small round room. It is like a little nest made of.

33:42 Books Its curved walls enclose you on every side, lined with shelves from floor to ceiling. There are no windows here, only a single low lamp on a little table, giving out a gentle glow, the color of honey. And in the middle of the room, there is a wide, deep, low couch, piled with soft cushions and blankets. This is the quietest room in the whole library. Perhaps the quietest room in the world. Lie down on the couch now.

35:06 Let the cushions take your head. Let the blankets settle over you. And notice how far away everything is from here. Behind you, the long aisle with its ten lamps glowing low. Beyond that, the great reading room with all your thoughts resting on the shelves. Beyond that, the heavy wooden door. And beyond that, the sleeping city and the night and the whole busy world. All of it, far, far away.

36:26 And here you are, in the very heart of the library, surrounded by silence. You might notice that your body feels heavy now, as though it has sunk down into the couch and does not want to move. That is a good sign. It means that you are resting deeply. And you might notice that your thoughts have slowed down too.

37:27 Fewer of them. Further apart. Like the last few people leaving a library at closing time, one by one, their footsteps fading away down the stairs. If a thought does come now, there is nothing you have to do about it. You can let it pass by. the way a page turns over and settles. Or you can imagine placing it gently on one of the shelves around you, without even looking at its title.. There is so much silence in here.

38:38 Silence above you in the curve of the ceiling.

38:44 Silence around you.

39:05 In the thousands of closed books. And silence inside you, growing, like a soft wide space, opening up where all the noise used to be. Now let us help the body to rest as deeply as the mind. As you lie here, in the little round room, let your attention move slowly through your body, the way your eyes might move slowly down a page, line by line, without hurrying. And wherever your attention rests, Let that part of you soften and settle, like a page that has been turned, lying flat. Start with the crown of your head. Imagine a warm, gentle stillness resting there, like the soft circle of light from a reading lamp. Let it spread slowly across your scalp, all the tiny muscles there loosening. Let it drift down

41:20 across your brow That is often where we keep our thinking. All the frowning and the concentrating. Let it go smooth now. Wide and calm, like a clean, unwritten page. The eyebrows softening, the space between them opening. The eyelids heavy and resting, the eyes themselves sinking softly back into their sockets with nothing left to read tonight. The cheeks loose, the jaw unclenched.

42:41 Let the teeth part slightly. Let the tongue lie soft and wide in the mouth.

42:51 The throat, smooth and open, nothing to say, nothing to swallow back.

43:25 And now, let the stillness flow down into the neck and out across the shoulders. So much of what we carry, we carry here. Shoulders lifted up towards the ears, as if bracing against something. Let them drop now, down and away, heavy, and wide and soft, sinking into the cushions beneath you. Down along both arms, past the elbows, into the forearms, all of them growing heavy, as if each arm were a thick closed book lying still on a table. The wrists loose, the hands open, the fingers still, Nothing left to hold. Nothing left to turn. Now, let your attention come to rest on the chest. Notice how it lifts and lowers, slowly, with each breath. There is no need to change anything. Just notice it, the quiet coming and

45:42 going of the air. you might like to let each breath out be a little longer than the breath in, as though each time you breathe out, you are closing a heavy book, slowly and gently, all the way, until its covers meet. Breathing in quietly, And breathing out, slowly closing the book.

46:37 In. And out, all the way closed. In... And out.

47:19 Closed... Quiet... Done... And now, let the breathing go back to looking after itself. Let the stillness drift lower into your belly, soft and unguarded, swelling and settling freely, holding nothing in. Down into the back, the upper back spreading wide, the middle of the back sinking down. the lower back settling into the couch all the way, as if every part of it has been allowed, at last, to stop holding itself up. The hips... heavy and loose.

49:01 The thighs sinking. The thighs sinking.

49:13 The thighs sinking. The knees softening. The calves, the ankles, heavy and warm. And the feet, the soles, the toes, every part of them, still and at rest, Now let your whole body be one long, quiet page. from the crown of the head right through to the soles of the feet, heavy, warm, still, resting completely. There's a lovely kind of tiredness that comes after hours of reading, when the words begin to blur on the page and the eyes grow too heavy to stay open and the book slowly slips down onto your chest and you do not even notice it go. Let yourself feel that kind of tiredness now.

51:42 Pleasant, heavy, easy.

51:45 Easy.

52:07 Nothing else needs understanding tonight. Nothing more you need to remember. You can let the words wash over you now without listening too closely. They will do their work by themselves while you rest. Every library has a librarian. In this one, the librarian is not someone you can see, but you can feel that they are here. A quiet, kind presence.

53:31 Somewhere in the building, moving slowly between the shelves in the dark. Someone who knows where every book is kept. Someone who has looked after this place for a very long time. And while you rest, the librarian is taking care of your thoughts for you. All the books you put away tonight, on the shelves of the great reading room, the librarian knows each of them, the heavy ones and the light ones, the ones that keep coming back. The librarian is not worried about any of them. They are all safe and in order and exactly where they should be.

54:55 And there is one more thing the librarian has done for you. On the desk by the front door, there's a small, plain notebook. In it, the librarian has written down everything that will need your attention tomorrow. Clearly, And calmly, in neat handwriting, nothing has been left out. Nothing will be forgotten. So you do not need to hold any of it in your mind tonight. It is all written down.

55:48 It will be waiting for you in the morning, on the desk by the door, when you are rested and ready and the day is light. You can let go of tomorrow now Tomorrow will arrive by itself. As you rest here, you might like to let a few quiet thoughts settle into you. Not ideas to think about. Just simple words, the way the last few lines of a good book stay with you after you have closed it.

57:14 My thoughts are like books. I can put them down. I do not have to finish every story tonight. Whatever needs me tomorrow will still be there tomorrow. My mind is allowed to be quiet.

58:12 I am safe and warm and resting.

58:43 Sleep can come to me now. and perhaps in the days ahead. you will find this library is still there whenever you need it. In the middle of a busy day, When your thoughts start to pile up on the table, you can take one slow breath and remember the quiet reading room, the soft green lamps, the long rows of closed books, and you can pick up one of those thoughts and look at its title and name it and put it away on the shelf until you have time for it. And at night, when you lie down, and the pages start turning by themselves, you can come back here, push open the heavy door, hear the silence of the books, walk down the long aisle, past the ten lamps, and find your way to the little round room where everything

1:00:29 is still. The way will become easier each time you come.

1:00:50 The silence will be here waiting for you. Notice how quiet it is now. How heavy and warm your body feels.

1:01:53 How slow and far apart the thoughts have become. Some of them may already be turning into dreams, small pictures, Half-heard words, shapes drifting at the edges of the page. You can let them come and go. They do not need to make sense. It is very late now. Out in the great reading room, the librarian is walking slowly along the tables, turning off the last of the green-shaded lamps.

1:03:15 One by one, Click, and a soft circle of light goes out.

1:03:29 Click, another. Each lamp that goes out leaves the room a little darker, a little quieter, a little more asleep. The long rows of books fade into shadow. The gold letters on their spines glimmer for a moment, and then are gone. The painted stars on the ceiling disappear into the dark. The tall windows are the only light now, pale grey shapes with the night outside them and a few real stars beyond. And down the long aisle, the ten small lamps are dimming too. One by one, each one fading to an ember, and then to nothing. Until only one light is left in the whole library, the little honey-colored lamp beside you in the round room at the very heart of the building. It is glowing very low now.

1:06:54 Softer. And softer.

1:06:59 And softer. You do not need to watch it. You can let your eyes rest and let the light fade by itself as slowly as it likes. The library is asleep. The books are asleep on their shelves.

1:08:18 The words are asleep inside the books.

1:08:47 Every thought you brought here tonight is resting, safe and quiet in its place.

1:08:53 And you can sleep too.

1:09:27 Deeply, peacefully, all through the night. sinking down into the soft, deep quiet.

1:09:52 Like a closed book resting on a shelf, Like the last page after the story has ended.

1:10:43 Nothing to read.

1:11:06 Nothing to remember.

1:11:39 Nothing to do.

1:11:40 Only rest.

1:12:15 And sleep. And sleep.

1:12:42 And when the morning comes, you will wake in your own time, rested and.

1:12:47 Clear Ready to open the day like a new book.

1:13:13 But that is not yet.

1:13:48 For now, there is only the night.

1:13:52 And the silence. and sleep. Thank you for watching.

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