QuoteWhy does our condition hurt so much?
Not being in the position as many of you, I cannot alleviate my pain by changing by body at this time, so please forgive my melancholy.
I am a resevoir of pain. I was born to suffer, it would seem.
And why?
What did I do in a past life to deserve this? I better have been a mass murderer or this is just sick that I've been sentenced to a life of misery as someone I am not. Those who know me treat me as I wish, but that is little comfort when walking down the street in the costume of another.
Why does this hurt so much?
Why is the pain so great that I'm fondling butcher knives?
Hello, Nero,
Melancholy needs no forgiveness, just someone to listen to its laments. There are a few someones here.
I believe that our condition hurts until we start doing something about it. It's much like hitting yourself in the head with a hammer: the minute you drop the hammer and do something else, the pain diminishes. Maybe talking with a counselor could help you see and know things that aren't clear to you at this second. And conversing with a counselor can help prepare you to listen to and help others from your experience. You never know what you are able to do until you launch an good effort to do it.
Suffering is universal, Nero, and I doubt that you were born to suffer. I don't know that you are the recipient of bad Karma. Could it be that you did so well in a prior life that you were gifted with being two-spirited? I'm possibly out-of-touch with reality but I believe that transsexuality is a special gift to me. I suppose that it feels much better since I have lived as my true self for five years and I am on the list for GRS. I could feel pretty low because I still need the surgery and that time won't pass fast enough before I am at the surgery hospital but it took me 46 years of misery before I began my transition.
Here's a platitude that might fit: It's not the destination that is the fun. It's the trip that is.
Families tend to get lost pretty fast when one of their members is transsexual. Mine did. My bro considers me dead. So be it. I'm enjoying each day as I never could before because I'm the sole decider of whether I have a day or a great day.
Please don't fondle the cutlery. It's a pretty dangerous habit to acquire, even if you're a world-famous chef. If you must handle something, go outside with your imaginary axe, a huge one, and use it to break the chain that keeps you tethered to pain.
Nero, I never met you but I am here to help, to share laughs and wipe tears, as are so many others here. By yourself you are, but alone you're not.
Thank you for hearing me out. I hope this helps.
Wing Walker