I’ve written down random negative thoughts on bits of paper. I had half planned to do proper thought diaries with them but have never got round to it (story of my life). Maybe they might be useful later so I’ll record them here. The bits of paper themselves are getting shredded.
“I am so selfish for not even thinking of the child first.” – when reading Goodwin & Jamieson’s chapter on childhood bipolar disorder and related disorders.
“I’ve wasted my chances. My relationship is too damaged to allow children to grow up healthily.”
“I might as well kill myself.”