So, the other day(Monday) I was feeling really bad(depressed, hopeless, wrong, failing) and I started thinking, like I have at times, that I would rather (stop being, sleep forever, not exist) than feel as bad as I was feeling. Then I started making plans. I started to plan how I would get my affairs(money, possessions, cat) in order before killing myself. This really scared me.
I realized what I was doing and focused on, well, not thinking about killing myself.
I've felt like I would rather die than keep existing before but I've kept this feeling in check. I know that killing myself is not the answer. One of the pillars of my personal moral code is to cause as little harm to others as possible. Killing myself would cause massive harm to those that love, like or even just knew me. It is not an option I am willing to take. Except for a brief period of time I was willing.
I went today to the Gulf Bend Center to start getting help. I have to go back for a diagnostic assessment. It has been hard to make myself seek help but Monday I realized not getting help was not really an option.
It was hard once I got there to say I needed help. Even harder was explaining how I've been feeling. I told the woman I saw about being depressed on and off for about ten years but that it had been getting worse recently. I had to mention my sister's death which started some water works going. The woman I talked to asked if there was anything that might have caused my depression. I wanted to tell her that I'm transgender. I couldn't say it. I knew I wanted to be honest but didn't feel like I could trust her. I knew that I could trust her but I didn't feel it, if that makes any sense. I had to write it down and show it to her. She reassured me that she wasn't there to judge me or anything bad.
So recap: I'm getting help for my depression/anxiety.
I realized what I was doing and focused on, well, not thinking about killing myself.
I've felt like I would rather die than keep existing before but I've kept this feeling in check. I know that killing myself is not the answer. One of the pillars of my personal moral code is to cause as little harm to others as possible. Killing myself would cause massive harm to those that love, like or even just knew me. It is not an option I am willing to take. Except for a brief period of time I was willing.
I went today to the Gulf Bend Center to start getting help. I have to go back for a diagnostic assessment. It has been hard to make myself seek help but Monday I realized not getting help was not really an option.
It was hard once I got there to say I needed help. Even harder was explaining how I've been feeling. I told the woman I saw about being depressed on and off for about ten years but that it had been getting worse recently. I had to mention my sister's death which started some water works going. The woman I talked to asked if there was anything that might have caused my depression. I wanted to tell her that I'm transgender. I couldn't say it. I knew I wanted to be honest but didn't feel like I could trust her. I knew that I could trust her but I didn't feel it, if that makes any sense. I had to write it down and show it to her. She reassured me that she wasn't there to judge me or anything bad.
So recap: I'm getting help for my depression/anxiety.
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