Is it so, though?
You're going on an assumption you can't control it - what would happen if you thought ot...
If I am aware I am about to hurt myself I don't stop myself. I can't see a survival instinct in myself and sometimes don't desire to avoid pain.
For example, I saw I was going to hit a light pole and didn't stop it from happening even though I had plenty of time. Then I saw a car about to cross in front of me but I was mentally preoccupied and it didn't occur to me to press on the brake until I was 2" away. Another time I knew if I jumped off a chair to hang my clothes on a pole above me, I would then fall on a vacuum cleaner handle sticking up below me. I didn't feel like moving it and I knew I couldn't reach the pole it but I still jumped and then broke my rib when I fell on the handle.
I could stay in my room so I don't hurt myself or impose on others.
I consider myself selfish and continuously analyze my feelings so I can change them so I can enjoy life instead of simply waiting to die. I know I'm ultimately responsible for all my behavior but haven't been very successful and make bad choices. I know that the bad things I was taught to believe about myself came from parents who wouldn't take responsibility for their own faults and took out their problems on me.
I used to feel I was not part of the universe because I couldn't relate to anyone, couldn't talk to people, failed in school, and nobody noticed me, but I accepted that others were allowed to hurt me because I am worthless and an inconvenience.
To pay back for living in my house I spend all my time fixing things and increasing the value of the house. Or I spend time doing things for others.
Any talent I have is not because I worked for it but I was born with it so I can't take credit or compensation. Often people ask me to do things for them for free and then throw them away. I know human nature is that if you don't earn something then you resent the person who gave it to you and you don't value it.
These are contrary principles that pertains to me and not others in my mind. It would be a blessing to others if I was dead. I don't think anyone will miss me. I don't think of killing myself because I was taught I'd go to hell if did, which I know isn't true but it still stops me.
The positive things I do aren't sufficient to make up for what my parents gave me so I could survive. I believe I am not likeable.
I know the research on early childhood neglect and emotional abuse. I think it changed my brain and I can't change it to be healthy. My family and husband never attribute value to me but instead make it known that I am unacceptable, or hate me and blame me for things I'm not even aware of. I think compliments from others are efforts to be kind because people feel sorry for me.
So the problem is I can't make myself stop believing that the good that pertains to others does not pertains to me. I don't know how to make it happen because so far nothing has worked after years of focusing on it.