[GenCat]

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I don’t get tired; I get suicidal.
I don’t get annoyed; I get enraged.
I don’t get frustrated; I get suicidal.
I don’t get nervous; I dissociate.
I don’t get guilty; I get suicidal.
I don’t get happy; I get ambivalent.
I don’t get withdrawn; I get suicidal.
I don’t get suspicious: I get paranoid.

[Starlana]

Here's something I wrote.

Love is a Locust

I chased you down, love; you beautiful butterfly. Fickle and fast…but I was faster. I caught you in my hands. As I open my hands to admire my wondrous catch…it morphs into this black locust, with sharp teeth and an unmistakable stinger. It flies up to my ear as I try to bat it away, and it crawls inside my head. There…it flies and festers, and I can only hear a taunting buzz in my ears, and feel a pain. It causes confusion. My vision comes and goes and I bang my head to knock it out of one of my ears. I put my hands tight over my ears, and drop to my knees, and scream. Once this love dies from starvation, I’ll not go butterfly catching again.

[jean17]

Originally Posted by GenCat

Copied from Tumblr, sorry don't know who to give credits to.

I don’t get tired; I get suicidal.
I don’t get annoyed; I get enraged.
I don’t get frustrated; I get suicidal.
I don’t get nervous; I dissociate.
I don’t get guilty; I get suicidal.
I don’t get happy; I get ambivalent.
I don’t get withdrawn; I get suicidal.
I don’t get suspicious: I get paranoid.

Oh my goodness. I didn't realize how out-of-control, over-the-top, extreme, out of proportion, my feelings, reactions are. What to do? I'm just starting the Mindfulness module with DBT. Hope it helps.