Yes, when my thoughts are racing, I don’t try to say much at all. I tend to return to something very simple, almost childlike, because complexity just keeps my brain engaged.
Something like: “God, I place this day in Your hands. What I couldn’t finish, You can hold. What I can’t control, I release. Thank You for being here with me. Give me rest.”
For me, the power isn’t in wording but in repetition. Familiar prayers become like an exhale, they let the body and mind settle without needing to solve anything first.