How is it that one stupid issue can hold so much power, sway, and influence over the entirety of one's existence and to the detriment of everything else?
I'm trans. But so what, right??!!
I mean, how difficult can dealing with one singular issue be??
I have addressed and overcome many, many issues, hurdles, and obstacles throughout my god-forsaken worthless, pathetic life before.
But this issue, that of transsexualism, is just plain kicking my ass in every way imaginable.
It dominates my thoughts daily. It infiltrates all facets of my life. It strips away what I have tried so hard to be for so many years.
I can't beat it. I know this. But I'm also too much of a big, giant pussy to throw in the towel in give in yet. I'm afraid. I'm really scared. I don't want this. Except that I do want it, and I do need it.
For all the progress I have made, I currently feel like shit right now.
I don't know. Most people as a general rule just plain suck. I hate being around them. I hate being around myself. I am sooooo completely fake that I am ashamed of myself. I really owe myself much better.
I'm afraid of the cost, though. I am afraid of the unknown. I am afraid of loss.
But what more loss am I going to suffer? I was terminated from my job last week, so now I am unemployed. My wife is on me, wanting me to do this, that, and the other thing, and not do those things that will keep me sane. She doesn't get it. She doesn't understand.
I am pretty much worthless right now. I seem to be failing left and right, and caving in again to the stress.
And all because of one issue that has entangled my life in its all-encompassing web of obsession and self-destruction.
Sometimes I feel like I can do this. Sometimes I feel that I lack the strength to do what is necessary. And other times I just want to give up and die.
I just don't get it, though. What's the big deal? It just ain't nothing but a thing. Just another issue to deal with, resolve, and move on to the next thing.
Except that it is anything but . . . .
Goddamn it!! Why does this have to be so hard??!!
Not that the answer matters, because in the end, it's irrelevant, and of no substantive consequence.
So yeah. I get it - at this particular moment, I am completely feeling sorry for myself, for which I hope you will forgive me. I don't care anyways, because this just doesn't matter. God I wish I could convince myself to truly believe that . . . .
Still, we all have our moments, after all. And, for better or worse, this moment is mine.