Even though I try my hardest to hold onto my life motto, "Wake Up and Be Awesome!"
Things always find a way to consume me, my thoughts, my happiness. The hardest part for me is realizing I have this monstrous support group as of this site, my immediate family, and select friends and family.
Wanting to transition, and be done with all this turmoil feels like its the only thing that will ever let me gain my composure, freedom to do what i want to do in life and ultimately be happy once again (if i was ever happy to begin with).
This stress with my current job, soon to be over as i had dropped the two weeks notice in their laps, hasn't really felt like a relief as it should have.
These thoughts, my dysphoria, the uncertainty if things will get better, the way in which i wake up feeling miserable, haven't had a good nights sleep in however long. It comes at me like a swarm of locusts, ever persistent. I am becoming more unmotivated to do the things i want to do with my life, becoming more and more frustrated, beginning to get upset easier than the blink of an eye. I'm thankful that i will never turn to suicidal thoughts, or anything that will cause me body harm, at least physically. This emotional roller coaster of my life just seems like it will never end.
After the panic attack on Wednesday, and putting my two weeks notice in, while hoping that i get a phone call soon in which would let me gain access to a job which would be better for for my sanity, I would hope. Its been an even bigger struggle for myself. Left to my own devices, sitting down or laying down, just me, my thoughts, and myself more and more these thoughts just take over. I hate it, but I cannot break free of the chains of torment.
Also in the mention from what my mom had talked to me about, of finding time in which to tell my brother of myself. I cannot just talk to him over the phone or text, but rather do it face to face and let him know personally, as I told my mom, dad, one friend, some of my aunts (who only really were instigated to know by my own mother first). I'm just scared, I feel trapped, I don't know what to put in words, how to reach across and let my brother know that instead of having a brother that he has known, that he has a sister, and no I am not talking about our half sister either. I'm not necessarily scared of his reaction, but just scared of how long its taking to let him know, how many others that know, including some of his friends, the possibility that he may feel a bit left out for telling him later with who else already knows. Its also hard to get in some wiggle room to catch him as he works 6 days a week, 10 plus hour days, often going out of town for work as an electrician.
Another mention of when my mom had talked to me, was everything that's been I guess bottled, in which was the claims that through life of which me and my brother have been growing up, I was the one who was always nurtured and growing up was the one who needed the attention, as my brother always had the attitude that he was strong and didn't need the help, always just knowing what to do. But after that his first surgery dealing with cancer. It was all along that he was the one that should have been getting the attention, nurturing, and care that he needs. I had missed coming home for his first surgery, as had military duty, all the way on the other side of the united states, but had made plans to move back home, when the time came this year that he needed surgery again. My marriage wasn't going well at the time, and that paperwork was in motion for an annulment (marriage was just under 5 years). I had left for Northern California, and my SO made her way toward Louisiana. But I made it with plenty of time to be able to be there 100% for my brother through the when his surgery was supposed to be ended up getting pushed back several times. Ended up finally getting rid of the cancerous cells, and lymph nodes in which carried them. To this day there is no trace of cancer in his system.
I do kinda agree with my mom in which that the whole way that it should have been him to receive the loving care and nurturing to help him grow through our younger years of life. He has an outer appearance of being strong, but at the same time, inside I know he may be very vulnerable.
I only have one brother, and he has the right to know who I am and want to be, and that I know he will be accepting, he may run jokes of which is his personality, and way of acceptance. I'm just scared, of what I have held onto for so long.. Maybe since we were close, but not so close, there was never any fights between us growing up, and he may know more about me than I do realize.
And despite the connections with my best friend from high school, his three sisters and mother, my own parents, aunts that know, my brother would most likely be my strongest advocate out of everyone. I just need to get through my own barriers, and excuses that I have in which I have not told him yet.
I am fighting so hard not to cry right now, as I write this, I just have so much on myself I feel like I can't take this struggle.. More often than not I wish that I can go back in time and become blissfully happy, nothing going wrong, and just live life like that again. Just moving forward, reaching goals in which are in grasp, taking the initiative and grasping life from the throat to accomplish what I need to do such as school, so I can get my long term goal of getting a B.S in forestry, and then Masters and Ph.D in wildlife conservation, getting into Parks and Wildlife eventually.
I just feel I have Los about 80% of my motivation for everything i love and to reach for my dreams due to this.
I know the first step for me is to find a therapist, so I can get all of this out in the open to someone who can help start my process into being who I am, and help me with each and every step into transition, and ultimately getting me happy and on track with life. Other than telling my brother that he has a sister rather than a brother.
On a side note my dad had given me some anti anxiety medicine that he has, in which should be able to fend off when I start finding myself building a panic attack ready to explode with pouring out emotion, curling up into a ball and asking myself "why me". I am such a mess right now, and feel like until I get this right it will remain the same... It doesn't help that May 2016 isn't coming fast enough, so then I will not need a mask within the army anymore.
All this collection of thoughts are really debilitating and frustrating me beyond belief. I so want everything to just fit into a normalcy in which life will remove this stress, frustration, and heartache.
If you have read this until the end, I want to thank you for dealing with my mess of thoughts, and frustrations. I just hope I can kick myself out of this mind set and do the things I really need to do.
Kate<3