I'm a freezer. My brain has learned that fighting almost always makes the situation worse, and running betrays the panic I feel inside which could also make things worse, so I just freeze up.
How seriously are you supposed to take these kinds of thoughts when you know you don't really want to die, but at the same time, the idea of continuing to exist as your horrible self fills you with dread and rage?
When it comes to my anger, one of my best tools is actually Dungeons and Dragons.
I often completely forget that I am trapped in a meat cage.
I take a LOT of naps.
Anxiety is a hydra. It has many heads and trying to narrow it down to just one is a gross oversimplification that will only deter you from truly understanding/defeating it.
All human beings need attention, and it is okay to actively seek out the fulfillment of that need.
You can sit wherever you want. No, really.
I'm with you in the painfully liminal space of recovery.
Toxic shame, also known as internalized shame, is, frankly, a bitch.