I hate what my life has become. I don’t shower regularly. I don’t brush my teeth every day like I am supposed to. I just hate being this glob of a person. I miss working though I can’t anymore because it hurts too much physically. Plus it was causing me to have severe suicidal thoughts every day, sometimes every hour. But it at least provided distraction from being miserable. I have tried to do what is right but I just don’t care any more. I have given up trying to live a life. I don’t go out anymore unless I have to. I barely make it to my psychiatrist’s appointments. I have a hard time waking up in the morning. And though it’s easier to get it out of the way in the morning, it sometimes sucks because I will have nothing else to do for the day. I write about my miserable life in hoping that someone will take solace in knowing they are not alone in what they are feeling but I feel alone because I no longer have people contact. I know I should probably join a group therapy group or something to get me out of the house but I just can’t think of it and I do nothing. I try and read but my attention span is just not there. I try and play my Facebook games but they bore me now and frustrate me. I should probably clean my room but I have no energy to get out of bed. I keep my laptop on my bed at all times because I need its accessibility for my thoughts. I journal pages and pages of things that run through my head of a day of nothingness. It really sucks being disabled.
Category: suicide attempt
today’s therapy session
Like every Tuesday afternoon, I had therapy with a crazy therapist. Today she really annoyed the crap out of me because she wanted to know what was inhibiting me from seeking help. I had asked her why I was in therapy. I don’t feel like I need therapy anymore yet I am chronically suicidal and depressed at times. I constantly think of ending my life. I don’t know why I asked her this. It started a fight as she got into one of her raves and it killed me hearing her listing all the reasons I need therapy. Made me sound like a big psycho. I just feel like I am wasting her time. I feel like I am a worthless loser who just is never going to get better.
I told her I told my sister I wanted to be Mike. I thought she was going to have a breakdown. She got so happy and said that I am making progress. But then I told her the downfall of it. I overdosed most of the weekend to escape from the pain I was feeling and I don’t mean the chronic physical pain I normally deal with. I was just overwhelmed with everything I didn’t want to face the world. SO I didn’t. I drugged myself to oblivion. I honestly don’t remember much about this past weekend. I know I wrote four blogs in one day. I don’t even remember what they were about. I totally checked out in my own way. I think I dissociated. It was the most painful experience I ever had and the weird part of it all was that my sister was accepting of it. She was ok with me being Mike but she told me the unpleasant side of things with my mother and my other sister and that I just couldn’t face. That was what I felt so painful. I just wanted to check out. I couldn’t stand myself for saying something. I was completely mentally exhausted from the conversation with my sister. I couldn’t and still can’t really do much of anything but stare out into space. Not working doesn’t help. I have no place I can go to get away from my feelings or from myself. I no longer have the luxury of losing myself in a pile of samples. SO I did some self harming. I checked out by taking a bunch of pills to deal with the pain of coming out as a transgender.
I told my therapist all this. She was happy but not really that I had checked out most of the weekend. But I didn’t cut like I had wanted to. I knew that if I did there would be no stopping me. I wouldn’t stop. It would be like cocaine, once I started I wouldn’t be able to stop. I would need to cut more and more to get the feeling of nothing. Those that cut know what I am talking about.
The end of the session my therapist got tearful and I’m not sure why. I think she was happy I was progressing along with the transgender stuff but I am not sure. I know two months ago I wouldn’t even think about it. But seeing as I set a date on killing myself, I want to see how far along I can go with this transgender transitioning. If I can progress toward it maybe I won’t have to kill myself, but that is no guarantee that I will not kill myself sooner. I still have thoughts and urges of hanging myself. I hope that I don’t but you never know.
coping skills not working
I have been depressed for the past few days and my coping skills are not working. Because of this I thought about cutting my wrist but instead I mixed my meds up a bit and slept. I guess you can say that I was a drunk because all I did in the morning was stumble around.
I didn’t plan on doing this I just couldn’t cope with the pain of living anymore. I needed an escape and I needed it badly. I know I could have called my psychiatrist or therapist but most likely they would have said go to the ER. The ER is useless. You wait for hours to be seen because more urgent cases take precedent and because you are not actively doing anything to harm yourself you just are forced to sit and wait. Then when you get put into a room you are searched, made to give a urine sample and might have blood drawn if they think you need to be admitted. Or you might have blood drawn anyways if you overdosed like I did last night. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to cut really bad and I knew that if I did and I needed stitched I would be screwed. Least with OD’g you don’t leave scars. I didn’t OD with the plan to kill myself. I just wanted an escape for a few hours as things have been shitty the past few days. I told my sister that I wanted to be a man. She asked if me if I was sure. I started to break down. Obviously I wasn’t that obvious to my family. I was just a tomboy that never grew out of it. Except tomboys don’t usually wear men’s clothes all the time. This has been the most difficult conversation that I have had in a long time, since I came out as being gay. I refuse to use the word lesbian because I am a male not a female.
I want to be able to tell my family this year because I will be going to a clinic soon as I get the guts to call to make an appointment. I don’t want to start the hormones and then questioning me why I have facial hair. I have a little facial hair now but it’s kind of stupid looking because there is a space in the middle of it.
I just want to be myself. I don’t want to hurt anyone. The only person getting hurt is me because I can’t be who I am. That is why I want to cut, want to OD, want to kill myself. Though I still feel like it would be better to bury me as their “daughter” than as their “son”. My parents are of the old generation. They don’t understand things of today. Much less gender identity disorder or being transgender. Right now I guess you can say that I am just a crossdresser except my damn boobs get in the way of that. How I loathe my boobs. It is one part that I hate the most. I want to look at my chest and see nothing but my pectoral muscles, not breast material.
The biggest question so far that I have had since coming out as transgender is when am I going to have surgery. Are you kidding me? Let me get used to being freely who I am first!! Let me try the hormones first and see how they work. I hate to think of surgery before hormone replacement and most surgeons won’t do it unless you truly have been living as the opposite sex for some time. It is not an easy thing to go through. And mentally it messes with you big time.
I know this road I have been on is the right now. My sister was worried that it is going to mess with my depression. What she doesn’t realize is that part of my depression is not being who I truly am.
30 Day Writing Challenge Day 20
30 Day Writing Challenge Day 20
Your Fears
I don’t have many fears. I guess the biggest one is dying by my own hand. I also fear getting run over by a truck, but that is more of a wish than a fear. I am afraid of spiders, or rather any insect that comes into my house.
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