Today has been absolute living hell. I was in tears at lunch time and drafting an "Advance Decision to Refuse Treatment" for all lifesaving procedures this afternoon. I spoke to my boyfriend and hearing his voice I couldn't go through with finalising it. I just felt so guilty even thinking about how he would feel if i needed treatment, but was refused and I died.
Some part of me still wants to send it. But then the other part sees myself as Charlotte dying without any assistance. But I'm full of hurt. Today i don't see a woman in the mirror. I see dark beard shadow returning in clusters after 13+ laser sessions. It takes so much energy to like myself that I can't sustain it. It's exhausting forcing myself to like who I am, what I look like and convince myself that I'm anything close to a womam.
But then is this the effects of puberty? My moods have never been so volatile. Add to existing mental issues, I can't help think I'm living the equivalent of a teenager having a rough time growing up. However, I really don't look anything like any other women I see. Not even close, so that's set in truth; i dont really pass at all. But I dont look typically male either. I'm like no other men. I'm just some weird middling freak who looks like they belong in an institution, and are a sandwich short of a picnic.
I guess I feel like nothing...just this invisible thing that wanders around life. Invisible until someone wants to pile problems onto me, or wants money for something. Then I'm the first on peoples minds.
I so struggling to understand these ups and downs. I'm actually struggling to know who the real me actually is? I really don't know. My life is just surreal like a weird nightmare I'm observing as a 3rd person.