Trigger warning ⚠️
So I’m feeling super self conscious about the fact that I’ve been dealing with suicidal thoughts all week.
My therapist knows about them. She’s on top of it. She’s basically keeping daily contact with me.
I hate being THAT client though.
I hate being so needy. I wish I could just tell my brain to knock it off. I can’t seem to get it to.
It just won’t listen to me.
I’m so frustrated.
My therapist said I could text her any time I needed her, but that sucks. I keep harassing people at the wrong times. I know people have their own boundaries etc., but still.
I’m just feeling… super like a spoiled brat who just cannot get her crap together.
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