As much as I like to tell myself I'm not scared of anything, I have many fears. I'm scared I'll always be alone. It seems like since I was in hospital I've lost all my 'friends'. It's like no one wants to talk to me any more and that it'd be okay if I ever just disappeared. I know that may not be entirely true but it's how I feel. I'm scared hrt won't do anything to me. It's my only hope and the only reason why I cling on to life everyday in hopes that maybe one day things might get better and that I'll one day be able to wake up without having to constantly battle my depression and anxiety.
I'm scared that one day I'll be physically traumatized or even killed just for being who I am. I'm scared that I'll never get a job; that I'll never be able to return to study. I'm scared of walking this path alone. I'm scared of things never getting better. But most of all, I hate myself. Why...? I've never done anything bad. I've always been a very friendly and compassionate person. Never hurting anyone, always thinking before I do. But yet, here I am. I still suffer every day for the past 6 years. I try, I really do. I try attending groups, meet-ups, events for different things yet I still remain alone. I used to be such a strong person with a 'never give up' attitude but the more this goes on the more I realize just how hopeless and helpless I am.
It saddens me deeply, it really does. I don't want to give up. I don't want to kill myself. I want to live and be happy and wake up content with myself for once. I'm scared that I'll never be free of this nightmare I call depression. I attempted suicide about 2 months ago and was almost successful but was somehow found and saved before I could do so. To this day I still wonder how and why. I took pre-cautions to make sure I wasn't found and yet I still was. I was in complete disbelief and shock when I was. I just want everything to stop. I want my mind to just stop. I hate living like this, this isn't even living. All I do everyday is listen to music and try to keep myself occupied just so that I can make it to my 18th birthday.
I've been out of school for over 2 years now and have not done a single thing since. I had no friends then and I have none now. It's like I try for no reason. I feel so different to everyone, even to people who also suffer from depression and anxiety. Even though they may suffer from mental illnesses they still have themselves. They're content with their gender and have someone to call their own. Someone to make their life worth living. I know that's a huge generalization but it's been my experience so far and I always get jealous and hateful (not towards them, but towards myself).
I've done everything I could with what I have in terms of transitioning but I've been stuck in this endless cycle for almost 2 years now since I came to the realization I'm trans, just waiting to start hrt. I'm mostly scared that hrt won't do anything for me and that I'll never be content with what seems only part of who I am. I pass as female already yet it's not enough. It's not about passing or being accepted by others to me. It's about my inner hatred towards myself and many things in this life. I can't accept myself, I can't stop blaming myself. Why do I blame myself? I didn't choose any of this or have done any wrong to deserve this yet I still do.
When will this end... does it ever end? I'm scared of finding that out and I'd rather not. Every time I try looking into my future I see nothing but complete darkness. Nothing. It scares me because I feel like one day I really will be successful in ending my own life. I feel like I've given up on keeping my hopes up about anything. It's hard because I really do enjoy the closeness of other humans but lately I've been trying to come to terms that maybe I really am truly a loner. To die just like how I lived - alone.