I was told 5 months ago that the waiting list to speak to a therapist was 4 months long. I called them last week and they said it will be another 'couple' of months. I'm really struggling to hold it together. This feeling is there suffocating me constantly. I feel like I can't breathe most of the time. The only respite is if I masturbate (sorry-I do have my doubts about what this means, but I've always wished I was a girl since I was as young as I can remember) It's like I can take a few breaths. Then the suffocating returns and all I'm left with is this this awful shame that I'm a disgusting perverted human being. How do I return to every day life after that? It's virtually impossible. I expend so much mental energy just to remain in a state where I don't think about suicide that I can't think about anything else. My life is a complete joke. I just tured 27 and I'm still trying to finish a degree I started ages ago, interspersed with student part time jobs over the years. I've really done nothing with my life and I have been living back at home with my parents for the last few years. Seeing family over Easter they always ask me 'what is it you want to do when you've finished studying?' I think they know that if I just applied myself I could do alright in life. How can I say anything when the real answer is-i don't care, none of that matters, it takes all I've got to just get through every day in some kind of positive way, the future is just a blank hole to me and everything I do is just an attempt to put up some kind of acceptable front to friends and family. Not exactly an answer you can give.
I'm constantly breaking down and then building myself up again just to get neutral. There's no way I can actually achieve anything in life. Every day i have the potential to ruin my chances some more because when I get that suffocating feeling it's just like what is the point I'll never be happy anyway. I give up. I just want to sleep because it makes the world go away and pretend that when I wake up something will be different. It never is of course. By the time I pick myself up again a few hours, a few days, or a few weeks later, I've usually ruined something that I can't get back.
I don't even have much faith that talking to someone can give me a new way of looking at things, but it Is worth a shot, and I was getting by thinking, well I may as well keep it together until that. Now I have to wait another 'couple of months'. Sorry for the depressing post yet again. I'm constantly searching for any possible way to deal with this feeling and coming here is an attempt at that. I'm lying in bed right now unable to sleep because I had one of those moments of tearing my hair out at how hopeless the future feels. My history is pretty complicated in that I tried an anti-androgen briefly over a year ago, prescribed by a doctor, and felt great mentally and then physically had some scary things happen that have pretty greatly affected my everyday life. Hence why I feel pretty hopeless. Even after all the trauma of even considering hormones, that doesn't even seem like it could be an option for me.