Trigger Warnings: suicide contemplation mentions, self hatred, depression
I told myself I wasn't going to make this post, but here I am anyway. Today has been a horrible day for me. Just about twenty minutes ago I almost became unconscious from hyperventilating due to a panic attack. I looked forward to Monday all weekend, and now that it is here, and going quickly, I've had the worst time ever.
To the point where I have mostly spent my entire day crying. I didn't work out, and I feel bad about that. I barely ate lunch, had to force myself to eat anything. I didn't drink water at 12 like I was supposed to. I feel like I am wallowing in self pity and I hate it. I don't like feeling this way, and I typically try and ignore when I am depressed, because I hate feeding into it. I couldn't ignore it today though.
It all started with my therapist issues today. (I called the other therapist and have an appointment for the 4th of October) Then it spiraled from there. Spiraled into loathing, and fears, and just everything.
I am more depressed now than I was before I realized I was trans. I just want to go back to before I knew. I was depressed then, but it wasn't like this. I contemplated suicide for the first time in a very long time, but quickly talked myself out of that because of my kids. I could never leave them. Not ever. I couldn't put them through the loss of their parent.
I screamed and yelled, I cried. I went on a rant to my dog, about how much I hate myself, hate being trans, wish I could make it go away. Then blamed myself for pushing it away and ignoring it back when I was 18 and had spent two years questioning it all. Told myself I wouldn't be where I am today if I had just gone ahead with it then. I wouldn't have gotten married to my husband, which means he wouldn't have to deal with the pain of losing me, because I know he won't stay with me. I never would have had my kids, who I know are going to hurt from this, one way or another. I am mostly worried about others treating them badly because of me. Told myself that I probably would have gone on and gotten a job, would have been able to provide for myself and not be where I am today. I wouldn't be in this hole, clawing my way out, but never really getting anywhere near the top.
It boils down to my husband's pain, my fears of losing him, my mother's attitude, and then my situation. No money of my own. No independence. I pulled myself out of it. Put in three job applications. Was still depressed. Mother called. She made it a million times worse.
I know she isn't meaning to be so cruel. She doesn't understand, she is worried about what I am going through and what I am going go through. She just doesn't get it! At all. She seems to think I can just stop feeling this way. Like I can just go on with my life like normal. Told me she had watched documentaries and read stories recently about trans people losing their children over them coming out. To which I told her my kids are too young for that, and she said it could happen when they get older. "Are you really willing to lose one or both of your kids for this?"
I can't do this. I feel so lost. I don't think I am strong enough for this. I just want it all to go away. I am sorry this is so down, but I don't know where else to turn. I wrote in my blog, it didn't help. I talked to someone one on one on an online chat service about it, but couldn't stay long because I had to get my kids. I am just hurting so much. I want it to stop.