When my anxiety becomes too high, or my stress levels can't handle what's in front of me, I want it gone.
IF YOU ARE IN DANGER, CALL 911. Passive suicidal ideation is the constant thought of ending my life. It's always been there controlled by a volume dial I can't access.
Anytime I would seek a need, I was every word under sun: spoiled, greedy, needy, ungrateful etc. Trying to fulfill need isn't the same as being needy.
Yes. You CAN do this. That's the first thing I need to say. I challenge my thoughts and yours. Prove yourself wrong.
I know I have made some dumb comments, and I appreciate when people bring it to my attention. I can't change unless I'm told.
Once I realized what was happening, I self-sabotaged myself with humour: calling myself a doormat or someone who stood pretty strait for someone with no backbone.
CRASH--SPLASH--TING! You have GOT to be kidding me.