A part of me doesn’t want me to die, it keeps me here
I feel huge negative things, emotions in my chest when something bad, unwanted happens
Where do you feel them?
Definitely my stomach. I get really nauseous and it can get so bad I’m either doubled over or I can’t get up. Stress does stuff like that, hm? What do you feel in your chest?
Unwanted happens, where do I feel them? Good question. Part of my therapy is to identify where something hurts. Not sure why it matters but my therapist says it does. They say our memories are stored all over our bodies and it seems it is true. I usually hurt just about anywhere in my left chest or right shoulder. Good question Robigson.
I guess in my brain…. where the desire to kill myself overrules any other feeling. And then the frustration with not having a way to kill myself or even a way to leave other than walk or even anywhere to go to. When I have to walk by a bunch of scary people in cars, irritation. I have walked 600 miles since January. I’m fucking sick of walking but I have no other way around. God and the people I pass are outrageous.
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Definitely my stomach. I get really nauseous and it can get so bad I’m either doubled over or I can’t get up. Stress does stuff like that, hm? What do you feel in your chest?
All kind of negative, bad energies, emotions, like a hot sword cuts me
Unwanted happens, where do I feel them? Good question. Part of my therapy is to identify where something hurts. Not sure why it matters but my therapist says it does. They say our memories are stored all over our bodies and it seems it is true. I usually hurt just about anywhere in my left chest or right shoulder. Good question Robigson.
I feel it in the muscles of my back, creeping toward my shoulders. Almost like I can feel the knots forming.
The part of you that wants to be alive… where do you feel that part?
I guess in my brain…. where the desire to kill myself overrules any other feeling. And then the frustration with not having a way to kill myself or even a way to leave other than walk or even anywhere to go to. When I have to walk by a bunch of scary people in cars, irritation. I have walked 600 miles since January. I’m fucking sick of walking but I have no other way around. God and the people I pass are outrageous.