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Feelings When Our Needs Are Met                 Feelings When Our Needs Are NOT Met.
AFFECTIONATE    EXCITED     JOYFUL              AFRAID      CONFUSED    EMBARRASSED     TENSE
Compassionate   Amazed      Amused              Dreading    Ambivalent  Ashamed         Anxious
Friendly        Aroused     Delighted           Frightened  Bewildered  Guilty          Cranky
Loving          Astonished  Glad                Mistrustful Hesitant    Self-conscious  Distressed
Open hearted    Eager       Happy               Panicked    Lost                        Distraught
Sympathetic     Energetic   Jubilant            Scared      Mystitied   FATIGUED        Edgy
Tender          Enthusiastic Pleased            Suspicious  Perplexed   Beat            Fidgety
Warm            Invigorated Tickled             Terrified   Puzzled     Burnt out       Frazzled
                Lively                          Wary        Torn        Depleted        Irritable
CONFIDENT       Passionate  PEACEFUL            Worried                 Exhausted       Jittery
Empowered       Surprised   Calm                            DISCONNECTED Sleepy         Nervous
Open            Vibrant     Clear headed        ANNOYED     Alienated   Tired           Overwhelmed
Proud                       Comfortable         Aggravated  Bored       Worn out        Restless
Safe            EXHILARATED Centered            Dismayed    Cold                        Stressed out
Secure          Blissful    Content             Displeased  Detached    PAIN
                Ecstatic    Equanimous          Exasperated Distant     Anguished       VULNERABLE
ENGAGED         Elated      Fulfilled           Frustrated  Distracted  Devastated      Fragile
Absorbed        Exuberant   Mellow              Impatient   Numb        Grieved         Helpless

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