Nobody knows what a person has gone through. Early experiences form a template for automatic thoughts. If someone seems “overly sensitive”, don’t judge.
I didn’t jump — I don’t want to end my life
I didn’t jump from that bridge. I didn’t want to die. I just wanted whatever was going on in my head to die. I can fight this.
My Head is My Desk — In My Space
In my space I can be Sara-Jane and express my creativity. I need my space to recharge, to be me. But It cannot all be in order. And why should it?