I'm not trying to be a pessimist, I'm just trying to be prepared.
I've heard this saying a lot, and I really like the idea of it, but actually doing it...that's another story.
I feel like my brain is just constantly processing and coping and that's great, really, my life is so much better now than it was five or even just one year ago because of this, but the result is just constant exhaustion.
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?
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.