Feelings check in: unlovable, unworthy, shameful, guilty, stressed.

Too much

Too big

Too gross

Drowning, depressed, upset.

Tired.

Graceless.

Unsure.

What a disappointment.

Anxious.

I keep trying and failing and I feel like a bigger waste of space with each fail. Recovery is like falling chest-first into a barrel cactus (something I’ve done). Upsetting, painful, tearful, fearful, needing a loving person to help get all the stickers out while loving and hating that person at the same time because it’s so painful.

I’m not really sure I want to keep falling into cactus.

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