You know, what I hate most about being stuck in this ... body is crying, or rather the lack thereof. Being coarse and ... heavy and just plain wrong also sucks, but some days it's like things are scratching at your heart to get out, but there's just this huge boulder lodged in the way, and it all just sits there, festering. I'm not so old that I can't remember how much of a release crying could be before Testosterone deadened me.
I am so tired of being this cold, emotionally half-dead hairless monkey.
I was really pinning my hopes on at just getting to talk to somebody through the NHS - I knew the timeline was too short for much more, but just somebody who could listen and give advice and knew what they were talking about. Just somebody to help me wait this out. Private is out of the question unfortunately: London is not a cheap place to be.
The temptation at the moment to just go all the way and start self-medicating with Oestrogen is sooooo strong. I know it might wreck my chances to get into the Pretoria GIC when I go home, I know it will probably wreck my liver and give me cancer 'cause I'm dosing incorrectly ... but the chance to just feel right within myself, well, it's almost worth it.
It's just. Being a guy feels a certain way - you're always on edge in the background, ready to fight or hunt or whatever. That is the worst part of it for me, because it always felt so wrong. Some part of me was always screaming that this wasn't me when I would get aggressive or competitive or just plain angry. I suppose it was only natural that I would be attracted to philosophy and meditation and stuff, and it did help, but it was always such hard work.
When I started taking AA's though, it was just such a release. I didn't have to work at being calm and peaceful and stuff. It just felt better.
But the last while nothing seems to help anymore. The frustration of sitting here just marking time while my other life drains away is just getting to me. It's not that long till I can go home, but seven months seems like an eternity at the moment. Every time I look in the mirror these days I want to break it, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get this stuff to come out.
Please, somebody tell me what to do here, 'cause I'm at a loss.
Simone