Hey everyone,
It's been awhile since I've been on these boards, but I didn't really know where else to turn. I've been going to therapy sessions for over six months now about my gender identity, and my parents and siblings are aware of it. Though they aren't all immediately supportive, none of them think any less of me. Not that they should.
I just feel so very, very far away from obtaining any happiness that every day is feeling like a struggle again. I've dealt with severe, chronic depression all my life, but it's been very powerful this last month. My mother bought me a bra the other day, which was an enormous step for me. Just asking for it over the phone took all my strength. I thought I'd be happy about it -- and I was. But after looking in the mirror, I saw how I really looked. I may feel one way on the inside, but seeing my outward self hurts so much. It's hard to tell if my journey is just started, if it's well underweigh, or if I'm not even close to the starting line.
Though I've always had suicidal ideations, the mounting hopelessness is really amplifying things. I know my parents love me, but I can't talk to them about this. It's more my own hang-up than theirs, but I just can't bring myself to talking about it in person with them. Therapy doesn't seem to be helping this aspect.
So I have the bra tucked away in the corner of my closet, where nobody in the house can see it -- not that they would care if they did, but again, I just don't want them to see it. I want to wear it, but when I think about that, I remember how I looked in the mirror -- just a barrel-chested boy wearing a bra. Of course, the self-loathing comes out, and I continue to spiral down. It's terribly ironic that what I always wanted to ask my mom for is causing me an insurmountable amount of sadness.
I'm just not sure if I can do this anymore. I don't want to end my life and hurt my family and loved ones, but I just don't know what to do. At my weakest times I consider suppressing my real identity again, as I did for the last 20+ years, but when I think of that, I immediately feel that fatigue of putting on a persona for an entire lifetime -- a persona that nobody would believe now.
So please, I'm at my wit's end today. I'm sitting in my grey, blank-walled room. It's cold and grey outside. I have no more energy to leave the house or to keep thinking enough to add on to this post. If any of you have any advice, or anything positive to say, I would really appreciate it.
Thanks,
MadisonMN