I always call an ambulance and go to the emergency room at my favorite hospital . they have helped me immensely in the past. I have no one else so I'm quite dependent on the hospital when in crisis.

Google

No, I'm not joking. I'm quite serious.

I hit rock bottom in the months leading up to getting approved.

I felt quite alone. I had a lot of chat friends and so on, but I knew my family would not handle it well. At least not for a while.

I turned to the Roman Catholic Church. They gave me moral support, and offered me friendship - even though I told them I was going to transition. I was so grateful to them that I was baptised Catholic in my final days as John.

I went full-time the day I began AA's. For a long time work were my primary support. They were absolutely wonderful to me.

My family have come around, a year later. It's very hard for them, but they still love me, and I love them, so we have that much to fall back on.

Quote from: stephaniec on June 27, 2015, 08:29:56 PM
I always call an ambulance and go to the emergency room at my favorite hospital . they have helped me immensely in the past. I have no one else so I'm quite dependent on the hospital when in crisis.

I can't depend on jack-->-bleeped-<- either, but even the hospital acts like I'm crazy -- like legitimately crazy.  So, if/when I hit rock bottom, I absolutely go to sleep and hope I'm better in the morning.  I've been disowned by all of my friends and family for being trans, so I encounter a lot of sleep...

Ally

If I need the comfort of physical presence I go to my best friend. He has helped me through so much. Known me so many years and ways and allways been non judgmental and supportive. I would be dead today if not for him.

If the timing isn't right I come here or to another forum I use.

Sometimes I just call my Mom...

As much as it is counterproductive, I still turn to my very old friend Yukon Jack for help  We also like to have plenty of food to shove into our mouths until almost ready to puke. After a few days or more of this followed by a weigh in in which you gain 10 or more pounds, you have even more reasons to beat yourself up

The real Plan A is turning it over to "The Big Head". My prayers have often been answered in at times some surprising ways.

Mentally or physically? If it's for psychological support, my wife, who's my best friend. If it's a physical emergency, yeah, probably an ambulance. (Though that time I had a stomach bug and was almost too weak to walk, I was also too stubborn to admit I needed help until she had to half-carry, half-force me into he car... )

Quote from: Zoetrope on June 28, 2015, 03:35:22 AM
I hit rock bottom in the months leading up to getting approved.

I felt quite alone. I had a lot of chat friends and so on, but I knew my family would not handle it well. At least not for a while.

I turned to the Roman Catholic Church. They gave me moral support, and offered me friendship - even though I told them I was going to transition. I was so grateful to them that I was baptised Catholic in my final days as John.

I went full-time the day I began AA's. For a long time work were my primary support. They were absolutely wonderful to me.

My family have come around, a year later. It's very hard for them, but they still love me, and I love them, so we have that much to fall back on.

It's nice to here a good story about the church. I'm catholic although not a regular participant . I turned to a counselor at my parish church when my dad died. I had been taking care of him for 6 years and was so hurt and lost when he passed, They helped me immensely .

my childhood imaginary friend Marc.he's my superego and conscience.Also my mother.The best protection from hitting bottom is to have many options and many bridges...If you invest everything on one field (eg. carreer or love) and you lose battle there,you'll fall into depression..so you should work on several projects..

I pray to the Great Spirit(Deist not belonging to any other religion) Help from another TG or any supporting individual. You can be like Linus(?) in Snoopy by having a security blanket.

Everyone has their ups and downs. It just that one has to have a security blanket somewhere to deal with the downs.
You can also think of something else which is worse than the current situation and than say to yourself it's not so bad.

Since coming out, a couple of the women at work have become good friends and I feel comfortable opening up to them. I made a lot of use of their availability in the weeks leading up to going full time. 

(A very close friend killed himself when I was in my early twenties and it really hurt me.  Because of that suicide has never been an option for me.)

I tend to heavily really on a few close friends when those times hit. It's never been anything that has needed more than that.
Mariah

No one actually. I tend not to fully trust anyone and I do keep a lot to myself. So yeah, no one else is going to know when or how close I come. So far, I've only ended up in the hospital for it once and I don't intend for that to ever happen again as it didn't do me any good really other than sew me up and have to talk to people who really didn't give a crap about me, just following their procedures.

I spend time with animals and nature. They don't judge me like humans do...

Actually that is a safety net to catch me before I hit rock bottom. Last time I hit rock bottom was March of 2014 and I fell so hard I almost never got up. I kept it to myself then.

So true. I forgot about my animals too.
Mariah

Quote from: amber roskamp on June 28, 2015, 08:51:29 PM
I spend time with animals and nature. They don't judge me like humans do...

I know that it's important to let things out into the world, that way things don't feel so painful and overwhelming, but... I don't have anyone steady in my life to talk to when I'm completely broken. I think I would probably turn to my mom, or my brother- I haven't gotten to that state yet, so I can't be too sure, but that seems most likely.

I got a couple inches from rock bottom about a week and a half ago. Ended up talking it out just to a couple of friends which really helped me. Plus my two cats knew that I was really upset and pretty much stayed by my side for four days straight. Really the cats helped me out more then anything. And like Amber they don't judge me. And I mean it might seem silly but I even talk to them about my feelings from time to time, and the worse thing they will say is meow.

my beautiful Belgium German Shepard would lick my face, even though I didn't like him licking my face it made me feel better.

I turn to the natural world for solace and inspiration with a walk down by the river or on the beach with my pup.   Friends, family and my life partner continue to be significant resources for help and I try to give as good as I get, and that's plenty.  I can also find comfort in some literature, and dancing or playing music.  I still find relief and renewal when just riding my bicycle or working out by clearing trails or landscaping.  Lots of options for help out there including the established help lines for desperate times.  It is just as important IMO to be a ready support for the ones we love.

Probably not the best choice but my music

Then internally to the girl I am looking for and keep missing.

Then my therapist.

Lastly here and sometimes my spouse.

Joanna