To my followers and anyone who comes across this.
I have had this blog for I believe 4 or 5 years now and when I first made it, I used my legal first name as my url and I want to get away from that.
I’d hate to lose my followers, but I want to make a new blog and move all of my writing over to it.
I will make another post with my new blog url when I make one.
Thank you to all of you who have stuck with me since the beginning and thank you to all of my new readers.
People used to call me a leach, but he has been nothing but a bottom feeder towards me, sucking me of my self worth
He yells at me and I don’t always tune him in because hes determined to holler until I come at his becking call
I can’t see anything but haze
I can’t feel anything but everything at once
And I can’t desire anything but a mixture of death and decay and love
I just want to give in and little by little, I’m putting the icing on his cake
And step by step, hes ripping my bones out and laying them across my spine and using it as a ladder to lure me in
And I’m still here, but I’m crying for hope
Because it’s still in me and he knows that
I’ve fallen in love with the shores because it’s waves remind me of the thoughts that come and go, invading everything that I am and believe in.
The weather can be so settle, but that doesn’t mean the tides won’t come and demolish everything you’ve built.
I’m sorry that my mental healt is such an inconvenience. But this isn’t any different. Maybe I could learn to not react as strongly as I do at all the “wrong: times, but I need you two, more than you know.
This isn’t just going to go away, simply just by sitting down and talking with people who already made it clear that they will never support me. That’s why I hate it when people tell me that family will come around, and maybe some people’s families do come around, and maybe I could be worse off, but this is already my version of “worse”.
It’s getting to the point where I’m realizing that most of me is just confining myself to other people’s perceptions. I get it it’s not something easy, it’s not something that can happen over night. But I’m just as confused as you are if not more.
I’m the person you raised, just altered. I’m your daughter who is now your son…. atleast in my eyes. I have support, but not by many family members and it hurts when I say that I’m going to have to cut out family and all you say is “do what you need to do”…. why can’t you just come around? Why can’t you just call me male. I’ve been mostly gender fluid mostly my entire life and now that I’m trying to actually be upfront and in the open about it, I’m being shut down.
People tell me to step into your shoes and try to see what it would be like to have a child who’s transgender or who is just simply being themselves. I’d like to think that even if I hadn’t gone through what I’ve gone through, that I’d try to understand what my child goes through. I’d like to think that I’d still love them with open arms and a steady heart.
Maybe you will come around, I’m just tired of feeling like I deserve this. Like I deserve to be told that I’m someone I’m not and just the thought of being introduced to people by the pronouns I grew up with, rather than my actual pronouns and name, actually hurts me more than the reality of it.
I love you, I probably always will. But sometimes Love simply isn’t enough. I’m tired of putting my mental health at risk. For anyone but myself.
On Friday October 17th, I had a consultation with a new therapist because recently I’ve decided that I need help with my mental health in general because I’ve put it off for many years and I just keep thinking that quick fixes get me places.
Quick fixes in my experience, really are just quick. They aren’t fixes, but that term just seems to follow the work “quick” sometimes.
Whether it be alcohol, antidepressants or even both of those mixed together. Longboarding, writing, singing, taking walks only soothes the soul so much when you’re burying the things that need to be worked on, pushed through.
For me, I’ve been struggling with dysphoria, with staying at jobs even through the hard times and just other things that have seem to have grown.
At first, I wasn’t sure how my appointment was going to go, because I get really nervous with Psychiatrists and Therapists, professionals in a whole. I got there early, which I wasn’t sure was going to happen seeing as I had to take two transit busses and then a subway to get there and so I waited for a bit.
While I was in the appointment, I felt so free… I’m used to telling complete strangers almost my entire life in stories and poems and whatever, but with therapists, it’s a hit and miss type situation for me. I either hide many details of my life, or I spill almost way too much. This time, I spilt enough information to help me feel great about it.
One minute I want therapy, the next I don’t, but this time I have a great feeling that I’m going to finally allow myself to get the help that I need. I realize that I may never end up being okay without therapy, but I’ll never know unless I try.
You heard that I had tried to do myself in go under the waves allow them to swallow me as a whole
So you waited until the perfect time told me of your past relationship with the devil himself insisting that every step society has thought of to help recover one’s passion for life is not tailored for each and every individual
Advice is what you sought out to give me although you gave me your experience that is one thing you can’t take away from someone
Continuing the conversation between drifted off day dreaming you mentioned that if I go to see a professional whether they be a psychiatrist or therapist and I become agitated at said person that they aren’t there to be my friend or to even purposely hurt me that the reason I may have become agitated may be because those words were the truth and the truth kills
So on I went listening Sitting there Actually paying attention to the words being verbally spewed then I hear the next sentence
You have to ask yourself, he said ” Do I really want to get better? ” Then you said that you were leaving that day to go somewhere suggested that I promise to give him an answer if I want him to help me or to continue living in the darkened shadows that have become my life
I noticed you looking at me but as with anyone else I was too shy to look you in the eyes regardless what he said next I had no idea would ever exist to my ears once again until he worded them ” Look at me, you’re a good person, you hate hearing that don’t you? Because you don’t believe that you’re a good person, but you are. ”
Thinking as it always comes naturally to me, set in and I had started putting in more effort with getting mental help after he had left and come back than I had in ages, maybe even years but it didn’t last long and here I am back to square one, starting to get therapy again
Embraeyceing 