This will be bit of a long post, but it's something I had little control over. I'm in a pretty bad place right now and after mulling over these thoughts with no resolution, I have just got to put them somewhere besides my head.
To begin, it was two years ago when those lifelong feelings of discomfort and dissonance with myself suddenly erupted into something capable of eclipsing everything else in my life. So much time has been spent contemplating on a way out, what to do, only find there is nothing I can do that would actually lead to any sort of quality life. So now I'm in limbo, accompanied by a perpetual, intense feeling of entrapment and helplessness as I cannot move on from this state of being.
I really wish I could find some way to manage the dysphoria, but it doesn't seem possible. For a long time, I coped with my confusing life through composing music, which also served as a form of self-discovery. Turns out it wasn't enough to fill the void inside of me though, and perhaps my creativity was never what it could be due to that gap.
In some effort to fix my life, and escape my previous bout of depression, I adapted a relatively healthy lifestyle. Picked up some old hobbies such as biking, meditation, a better diet, etc. which put me in a better place. Yet even then I was not able to find a somewhat realistic way to actually achieve my goals. I was hoping of making it as a musician in time. Yet, after accepting the reality of things, what my chances were and such, I lost my grip and fell back into the hole, deeper than before and still falling.
I really don't like going out in public if I can help it. I can't do mirrors.. glancing at the creature on the other side is a harrowing experience, my mind recoils in horror. There will never be words that accurately describe the feeling, but nails on the chalkboard will set you in the right direction. The real shame is I'm just 24, so I could only ponder how worse it'll get. I can hardly leave my home except for work and grocery shopping. No matter what, I am constantly plagued by a feeling of filth that penetrates to the core. Body dysmorphic disorder plays a role, but it's also a feeling I can trace to the first time I ever saw myself in the mirror, and I am too terrified to go any further down that route.
I'm sure it's obvious by now that I should take steps towards transition to escape from this nightmare, but I can't really say the benefits will overcome whatever repercussions that must be faced. I'm lucky to have an alright
paying job, but its not enough to cover the surgeries that are needed. Besides my trachea, the real concern is my brow, a growth of prehistoric proportions. I don't even know if I could do bangs since I have alopecia in just the right spot, necessitating a different hairstyle to overcome that problem. The fact makeup can't be worn in my job industry, won't help matters much. If my job survived, I don't see how I could survive such a hostile work environment.
Yeah.. no career of any sort is another nail in the coffin. The fact I couldn't see a future for myself in high school
made it to where I barely graduated, let alone consider going to college. For awhile I was OK with having invested my time in creative pursuits, versus academic ones, yet I see what little it'll do for me now. I would give it up just to be normal.
Then there's my housing situation. My dad has been wanting to help me out with getting a new place on my property to replace the mobile home I live in now, which is livable, but isn't in the best condition due to intense periods of rain throughout the years and just age in general. Honestly it does need to be replaced, but getting a loan would make transition impossible for years. As much as I'd like to shove my problems into some box and do it, I really don't see it being viable for my situation, yet at the same time, it is a problem that needs handling itself.
I have went to see a therapist about this, and it has been very helpful considering she's been the only person I could express my troubles to. It's been a few months since my last appointment now. She seems to support the idea of transition, yet that's just one of my issues. I have borderline traits from my childhood, leading to a need for reassurance, weak sense of self and ambivalence towards others, I see no good coming out of that, especially combined with my sensitivity as a person. I'm also self diagnosed with ASD, which seems to describe many quirks in my personality. Don't really have any friends either due to changing schools a number of times and moving out of state after graduation. I am also cruddy at making and keeping them. The fact I feel so uncomfortable going out doing things makes it a lot worse. All I have is my best friend who lives a few states away, who I text every now and then.
I'd like to say screw it and just transition but I can only think of all that it will unravel in my life. I don't feel all that well equipped, resilient enough and possess the strength of character as an individual to handle all those stresses and adversities. Things just don't look good to me and freezing to death seems preferable over burning up from the contempt of others. The money to be spent on transition would be better put to other causes.. my brother could certainly use those resources considering he's just graduated high school.
So yeah.. trapped in this mental labyrinthine, I'm slowly coming to a halt, or just going crazy. My mind simply cannot hold up, as it begins to short-circuit. I feel like an idiot and a coward for my inability to face my inner demons, but all I really wanted to do was just create things, nothing more. But I can't even do that now, seeing how I've been reduced to an empty shell. No more pangs of envy, fear and anxiety, or dreams and hopes leading to any uplifting sense of purpose or reason. Nothing but the sensation of being crushed every second I'm awake, and the occasional splinter going through my heart as I imagine how my parents will react whenever I succumb to this, sometime next month. I don't know what I was wanting to achieve with this post, asides from telling someone my story, the distinct notion that there may be hope or just someone to talk to. It all just feels like some real bad dream to me.