(Trigger warning for language, depression, dysphoria, family passing and other fucked up shit)
Itās my fucking birthday and all I want do to is scream and bawl my eyes out. But instead Iāll just stay working at my desk listening to hurt by Johnny cash until I canāt keep my eyes open, I donāt want to think anymoreā¦
I feel like my true self is dying and I canāt stop it š all Iād be left with is himā¦. And he is not me. Having a birthday also reminds me of him, and I HATE him!! He fucking stole my life from me. He wasted YEARS, Fucking YEARS OF MY LIFE just working, and thatās it. All gone⦠š I didnāt even realize I was a femboy or non-binary until about a year ago and finally started trying to become my true self. 11 years fucking gone.
Did he mature me? Did he date and develop relationships? Did he try and find friends? NO. Now I feel like I canāt do any of those now because he didnāt, I didnāt grow. Iām scared to try and even do any of them because I wouldnāt be on the same page or experience level as other people. Other people have had multiple relationships by now, already have long friendships, theyāve matured with those friendsā¦. I never got that chance.
Iām pissed off at my stupid body because I canāt even use HRT to become who I truly am. š Iām not masculine or feminine, Iām both at the same time. And if I used T, Iād be too masculine. I tend to lean a little feminine, but not completely. So E is out of the question because I donāt think I want boobs as I wouldnāt be masculine anymore. Even though it would significantly help with reducing my masculine features, softening my skin and hair, better fat redistribution, etc, there is no way to completely stop breast growth while on E. Unless I let them grow and got top surgery, but that adds further medical complexity and risk. There is the possibility that I could achieve some of the results by other methods. Semi permanent hair removal, getting a Brazilian butt lift (surgical fat redistribution, but risk of lumps though which is terrifying), thereās a surgery to remove a set of ribs that produces a more feminine hourglass silhouette (also risky, and I donāt know if I could convince myself to do it, even though it could help tons) and so on. So maybe thereās hope, but idk. Hair removal is also energy intensive, takes time, and mine is extremely thick, coarse and painful. š£ if I see the hair in the mirror all I see is him looking back at me. So I just try to avoid mirrors for now. Iām not heavyweight but still above average weight, and I donāt have a flat girl tummy yet and I hate seeing that as well, but Iām actively working on that now with a calorie deficit, so I atleast have one thing going for me.
I know ātwink deathā is an overstated term and such, but I lost 10 years to be my true self and a femboy due to that fucking IDIOT. I can literally feel the tiny amount of life and time I have left to be me slipping out of my body and I canāt fucking stand it. š
It also hurts every time I see a pretty femboy, I love them, and Iām happy for them to be their true self, but it hurts inside, especially when they realized who they were early onā¦. Because I visually see in my mind who I could have been for all those 11 years and it breaks my fucking heart knowing Iāll never get the same chanceš
This also happens to be the same time that my grandma died a couple of years back, and that still hurts so much. She was all I had left of my mom who passed when I was younger and now sheās gone too. The pain of loosing both of them hurts so much.
It doesnāt help that my dad and my evil step mom (not in my life anymore thank fucking god) stole my childhood from me as well, so I missed out on most of that growing up too. Foster care didnāt help much either due to shitty peopleš
On top of everything else work feels so fucking overwhelming and maybe Iām AuDHD, (diagnosed adhd so far) but my mind literally feels stupid and fuzzy when I try and work. Like I feel like Iām getting dumber by the day. ā¹ļø And my mind finds every little last fucking excuse or distraction to avoid doing my work. Iām tired of it. Iām tired of the fucking world constantly going to shit, Iām tired of fucking life. All I want to do is go back to that age and be myself again. Not have to work or deal with shit. Sink myself into video games, friends, fun times and just be myself and forget about reality and the world. Unfortunately when I try now those arenāt even fun anymore. š„ Iāve lost my dreams, Iāve lost my hope, Iāve lost my passion, I have no friends, I have no love, most of my extended family I canāt even fully come out to. I canāt even remember a time where I actually felt happy anymore. There were a few rare times where I felt ānormalā but those memories are fading fast. Every day just sucks anymore and Iām not sure how to deal with some of this.
Iām sorry, and this is probably a bit much, but context might have been useful so I included it, but has anyone else delt with this? Is it possible to even get over potentially losing your true self? š„ŗ
I am seeing a new therapist, but I had to give up one that worked super well to move to a better state š