How much would you pay to go to the moon? #WPDP

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

I wouldn’t. Lots of reasons

Identities that shape us

I had a good discussion with my therapist about how last session brought up how much I was a boy and developed as a girl. It was really confusing and I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. The only person who I knew that was a man and dressed as a woman was the leader of the BAGLY support group. She was always surrounded by young males so I never had a chance for a one to one conversation with her. I think if I came out sooner, my life wouldn’t have been so painful. My therapist pointed out that she thinks I identify as being depressed and suicidal. She is right. But being depressed as well as being suicidal is transient. I have other states of being throughout the day. It comes down to my thoughts that go into the feelings that go into the behavior. All are connected in a triad. CBT can break the cycle. I told my therapist today what I thought about a year ago when I was back to my senses. I had a medically serious suicide attempt and I was pissed I was still alive. I didn’t tell her I thought my chance of surviving weren’t that great. The only thing keeping me in this world was having top surgery. It was what kept me going. It was crucial I identify more as a man than anything else in my life. As long as I had those things on my chest, I was not a man and it was literally killing me.

My therapist and I talked briefly about my parents. I know my father would never see me as his son. I don’t even think he would have accepted I liked women. My mother was a little more open but not by much. I will never know if she saw me as her son because she was dying or because her mental state was affected. I know when I came home from the hospital she still used the wrong pronouns. At that point, I didn’t care enough to correct her. It bothered me but there was nothing I could do about it. She wasn’t going to change. It took a lot just to have her call me G.

I like to think the suicidal stuff is behind me but I know it isn’t. It will always be an option for me. I’ve been suicidal since I was eight and even though I am more congruent with my thoughts, I have a shitload of trauma to deal with that could easily make me suicidal again. I learned today that even though I have a suicidal career, I can still change it to something else. It is going to take a lot of work though. As Dr. Doyle says, 1% is better than 0. I’ll be continuing to write about my midnight demons in this blog. It is the one thing that keeps me sane. And I hope that if you have found my blog because you are suicidal, there is hope. Things do change. It took a year for me but I’m not completely out of woods and that is ok. You are here now and I hope you stay.

what a fucking morning

What a fucking morning

I’ve been up since like 0400. Around 0800, I got a text and email from SNAP office telling me that they needed another document. I check to see what the fuck it is now they need, and it is a letter from my employer stating that I am on leave of absence. UGH I have told them I am on disability. I haven’t worked since 2012. They need a letter stating that. I have no idea who to contact so I track down the HR number. I talk to someone after waiting fifteen minutes on hold only to be told I have to request the letter through a website. I go to the website and can’t login because the numbers they have for verification I don’t know what the hell it is and I think one of them is old cell number. I ended up sending an email to the website. So now I wait. All this fucking documentation better be worth it. I am currently only getting $23.

My bitch sister told me to fold the towels that she washed. She NEVER fucking folds them but will wash them. My clothes didn’t get washed so I just put them in. My back is fucking killing me. And it is only 12. My only saving grace is that my coffee got delivered this morning so I had decent coffee today. I have had two cups of the house blend and one of the weak Columbian stop and shop brand that I will never buy again. I still have the McDonalds brand. I will need all the coffee today.

I have therapy at 4 today. I am either going to be a jittery patient or a sleepy one. I haven’t shaved yet. I ordered McD’s because I didn’t feel like making something. I really want dinosaur nuggets but I will have to go to the store to get it. I am contemplating this. But I have run out of gas and I still need to shave and brush my teeth. Honestly, laundry was not on my to do list today. It has taken so much energy.