I'm a male to female trans living with my trans boyfriend. We've known each other since high school (4-5 years now) and I even moved away in after the second or so year. We have no insurance, no money to see a therapist of any kind, but we get by just fine. Or we used to at least.
We're fine financially, what I mean by used to get along just fine is I'm having a very hard time... living? I'm not sure how to put it. We both have our own issues we deal with and try to help each other with, but this time I can't seem to feel better and he doesn't know what to do.
For the past few days I've been feeling a little down. Normally I would let it be and go about my days the way I normally would knowing it would go away after a few days or so. This has turned into a month long issue and it's really starting to bother me.
After dealing with dysphoria, clothes, seeing other girls, pictures, my mind, etc., I'm normally in a decent place. I know I'm dealing with depression (haven't been diagnosed) so it doesn't really help. I have a few escapes I normally keep just in case it gets really bad, but lately they have not been working.
So here's my issue, I've been feeling torn, as if many different things inside me are having a tug of war with my soul and it's starting to tear. The things consist of being trans, how my family will react and adjust (if they'll adjust at all) or if I'll be hated, how my boyfriend's family will treat me because his family is somewhat positive and negative about it (depends on the person), being in public, etc. Another one is how trans is trans for me? Like I know I'm a girl, there's no question about that and I do want my body to match, but it's like the kind of girl I am? No, it's more questioning if this girl is really me. There's another one that questions if I'm even human. I know it sounds funny, but I feel like my spirit or soul is something greater. It's hard to explain, like I know I am human, otherwise why would I feel the need to change? There's also questioning whether or not living is worth it. I am suicidal, and I know that term cannot be used lightly. Strangely enough, I'm serious about it. I wasn't as bad as I am now, but it seems it's getting worse and I can't seem to see the point in carrying on. I mean, why accomplish anything if we're only going to pass anyways? I don't seem to enjoy anything anymore and I'm always getting frustrated and mad all the time.
I feel as if there is more to this, but I can't seem to word it. I hope I explained my dilemma somewhat clearly... Any ideas on what to do? I'm lost and confused.