So, here's the deal: I'm on my way towards HRT, ever so slowly - I've just fulfilled the demands my shrink placed on me to send the letter off to the GID clinic (in fact, I did so yesterday). I've moved back in with my parents because I needed some human closeness in this time, which my friends couldn't really provide, and I'm of course fully out to them, my sisters, ad my grandparents. Things ought to be rather good, don't they?
So why am I now losing my will to live? I find myself casting about for reasons why I should go on living, and even transition, that golden ray of light at the end of the tunnel, seems more like a cruel joke than salvation. I feel like a Tantalus - like there's a fragile glass wall keeping me from the life I want to lead, but no matter what I do, I can't get to the other side. Transition is losing its lustre, because no matter what I do, I'll never be accepted as a "real" woman. I'll always be "oh-she's-a-girl-now-but-she's-really-just-a-guy-in-disguise" - I'm afraid, even to myself. My one hope in that regard is the possibility of going deep stealth, but that relies on the arrogance and presumption that I'll end up at all passable, which I can only bring myself to believe for mere moments at a time.
So faced with this, a life that seems to be a mere parody of what I wanted, this deep and abiding jealousy of girls and women (particularly the young) which likely will never go away even if my transition goes flawlessly, this waste of the first twenty-some years of my life, what reasons do I have to keep on living? How can I know that transition will even make my life just a little bit more bearable? How do I know I won't be denied HRT after jumping through all these hoops, and end up taking my own life? And what if I transition, and it doesn't work? What then?
My attitude is basically that if transition screws up my life irrevocably, well, too bad - it's not like I wasted anything of actual value. And I'm currently motivating myself by basically telling myself "if this doesn't work, then you may die, but what a waste to die now if it would have worked!" Which, as you can perhaps imagine, isn't much more than grasping at straws. Now, normally I can just skate along through my day on inertia - I've gone on so far, so why not a little longer? - so it's not like I'm in acute danger of suicide. Mostly, I'm just having yet another bad day (or, rather, all my days are bad days - it's just, this one is bad even in comparison).
I need some cheering up. Some good-luck stories, some "I'm-sure-you'll-pass"es, some examples of non-trans people who've been accepting, or even just a joke or a cute, funny or beautiful picture. A groanworthy pun. An obscure-but-fun flash game. Anything. PMs are also welcome.
Sorry for attention-whoring like this.