Tag: psychological pain

urges

by Midnight Demon, posted in depression, suicide, suicide attempt

***WARNING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE***

Past few days have been rough. I have been humiliated by my nerve condition, in so much pain I couldn’t sit long enough to watch the Superbowl, and today I get hit with nerve pain in my ass that almost made me want to pass out again. All this has left me wanting to do something self-destructive.

I was talking with my therapist about this week’s events and a sudden urge to cut emerged without warning and staring at me from across my bed room was a new razor. I could almost feel the pain and feel the blood as it dripped down my arm. I need to cut so bad it feels like nothing will take its place until I do. I am starting to get obsessed with it. But I don’t have my supplies ready, though they could be in an instant if I tried. I don’t want to start something I can’t finish and cutting would do that for me. It would start out as something small and then I could go deeper and deeper until the bleeding went a little out of control. I would be happy for a little while and maybe for longer than that. I am trying to distract myself from it by writing but it’s only feeding the feelings of self-infliction that I want to do. I am guessing this is how a junkie feels needing their next fix. I want it so bad but the ramifications and consequences will not be good for me. I haven’t cut in almost ten years. So in some respects, you can say I have been “sober” all that length of time. And if I cut I will lose my “sobriety”. I don’t know what will happen. I might cut and be turned off like it happened the last time I cut or it might turn on the flood gates and I will become a “junkie” always looking for the next fix.

Why do I want to cut? Because I cannot tolerate the intensity of my psychache, the psychological pain, the despair, frustration, perturbation, worthlessness, and guilt that I am feeling. I have tried listening to music but I just cannot turn out the sound of my pain. It sucks hurting this much and no one knowing. I wish I could say why I feel like this but I don’t know why. I just do. I know part of the reason I want to cut is because of the fact I cannot kill myself. Cutting is a way for me to express my emotions without hurting anyone but me. And I am fine with that even if others are not. People do not want this to happen to me but I can’t stop the thoughts. They are weighing on me like a barge on my chest.

suffering with a price

by Midnight Demon, posted in Chronic pain, depression, mood disorders, suicide, suicide attempt, writing

Today was a little better day without my nerve condition bothering me so much. I still feel pretty down.

I’ve been trying to work on my blog for the new thing that I am involved in and it’s tough editing my own work. I am to add in some questions but don’t know really where to begin. I feel like just drafting a whole other paper but I don’t want to start from scratch. Drafting this paper was a piece a cake the first go round. Editing it is a little more difficult.

I finally saw my therapist after not seeing her for a few months. I think I might be able to see her every Tuesday but I am not sure I can commit to that. I have a hard time waking up and getting the car from my sister’s work is a hassle. I then have to pick her up from work and sometimes I am too tired to drive back, even though it is a MUCH shorter distance than my therapist’s office. I had to give her my forms for my long term disability so I might see her next week so she doesn’t have to mail them out and I can send it in with the other stuff that they need. I’m seeing my psychiatrist next week so I will drop off the paperwork to her and my primary care as he is in the same facility. I don’t get to see him till the end of the month and I want them sent in ASAP.

I just looked over the paperwork and they have a section for vocational stuff. My psychiatrist isn’t involved in that kind of bullshit and neither is my therapist. Oh the hoops these idiots make you go through for a buck.

Been starting to feel suicidal again. I just keep thinking that I just have to die. I can’t go on living. Then today a video comes in that my niece wanted and she is overjoyed and tells me that she loves me so much. How am I to die knowing that she will be messed up if I die? It hurts too much to think about but yet it kills me to suffer the way I do all the time. I get no reprieve. No alleviation at any time. Sure I was able to drive 30 miles today to see my therapist but it cost me my back to be hurting and mentally I am still depressed and suicidal. We talked about this new group that I am hoping to get into. I don’t know, maybe it will help things. I know it will give me something to get out of the house but the group meets at the time of my therapy appt on Wednesdays. I know it’s not a big deal to reschedule my appt but it is to me. I hate it when the schedule gets messed around. Trying to find another time is not always that easy. But I still think that suicide is a way out of my misery. I don’t have to go to group or therapy. Just crush a teenager’s heart or two. I try not to think about stuff like that because it really brings into the picture of what suicide does to the family when you are gone. I keep thinking they will be alright but I know they won’t. People always keep reminding me of that and it kills me because it means I have to suffer longer. I just want my pain to stop. If I had cancer I know they wouldn’t want me suffering so why can’t they just understand it that way. That I had to be out of my misery because I hurt so much. But no one sees it my way.

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by Midnight Demon, posted in Chronic pain, mental disorders, mental illness, mood disorders, psychache, suicide, suicide attempt, transgender, writing

Mood has shifted just a little bit but I still have not left the house for anything. I just feel like my world is coming to an end and there is nothing I can do about it. Least today the numbness wore off just a little bit to let some feelings in so I can write a bit.

Got a bunch of paperwork, one for the group therapy place and the other from my long term disability place. Each packet is like twenty pages. I have my work cut out for me. Though I hardly have the energy to do it. I still need to get my taxes done. I keep saying tomorrow and tomorrow comes and goes. I feel weighed down though I don’t know from what.

I stopped taking the birth control pill last night to hurry things up. I figure there is no point taking them for the rest of the week if I am just going to stop them anyway. I’m kind of scared because I don’t know what kind of havoc this is going to place on me mentally. So far there has been no change in my menses and thankfully I don’t have any cramps. But the wearing of female products I still killing me. I just have gotten so used to not having a menstrual cycle that now it just feels so overwhelming. It’s making me so depressed and suicidal that all I can think about is ending my life because I don’t want to go through with this. That is what my suicidality is truly about. Not being able to cope with my false identity. And I am really pissed off that no one really cares except for my therapist. She is kind of freaked out right now as my mood is unpredictable. I know my friend that I have been writing with is kind of worried too though she is pretending she is not. I just don’t have many people to talk to about this. I feel that it’s too much information or just to hard to try and explain.

I just don’t know if I will be ok during this period. I know my shrink is worried since my post the beginning of the week. I still want to cut but the feeling come and go. I haven’t yet but that doesn’t mean I won’t. I hate that I love walking about in t-shirts all the time. If I start wearing long sleeve shirts my family might notice something off. Cutting is a huge thing to cover up. I used to not care when I was a teen, but now that I am an adult it still is kind of hard to cover up when you have a 7 yr old that smells band aids a mile a way.

issues

by Midnight Demon, posted in depression, mood disorders, physical pain, psychache, suicide, suicide attempt, transgender, writing

The new year started and I think I can finally come out of the closet as being a “girl” and tell my family I’m a guy. Then my menses started and I was really on edge. I told one of my sisters the week after new years and had a meltdown the whole weekend. It was crying from relief, frustration, anger, etc you name it. She was concerned about telling my mother and my other sister so I have decided to put that off for now.

Unfortunately this year has not started right. Week before, the dreaded menses started and have not stopped for the past 6 fucking weeks. I missed a pill because I was sick and that is how this whole thing started. I am so mad at myself because that is the one pill I take above all the others. I have had a mixture of break through bleeding and I just want it to stop so I can go back to being a man and wear my boxers again. I have to wear female underwear and I don’t like it at all. It is messing with my head. Here I was ready to come out as a guy and I am bleeding like a girl. Talk about head spinner. I feel humiliated beyond belief and I want to cut so bad. I’m fantasizing about how it will make me feel but I know that if I start I won’t be able to stop. It’s like a drug. The release is intense. Right now I’m feeling so numb that it might just help me feel something.

I hate not being able to control my menstrual cycle. I have to go back to the reproductive endocrine doc and I know she most likely will want to do the female exam I have been dreading. I feel so demoralized by this, so humiliated because I was a true man, this wouldn’t be happening. I’m so tired of not being a guy on the outside. I’m just about ready to end it all. I have time to write letters, to say I am sorry that I tried but my damn cycle fucked everything up for me. And I have to end it. I tried telling my psychiatrist this but I don’t think I got through.
My therapist has my suicide notes I wrote back in 2009. I just gave them to her to hold for me. They were written right before I was involuntarily hospitalized.

I figure if I cut it might let go some of the suicidal thoughts. I know that sounds stupid but I really think it might help. I can’t stand the pain of living this, this two lives bullshit anymore. I feel I have taken two steps back in this arena when I wanted to move forward. I hear the constant voice that says I will always be a little girl no matter what and I want it to shut up once and for all. I won’t be graphic about what I will do but I just think a little cut is all I need to get the stuff out of my head. Maybe then the pain will stop and I can feel normal again.