LocalAngel
Lost, wanting out.
- Feb 7, 2023
- 216
My CTB date is in... approximately 77 hours from now. Assuming i'm doing math properly, lmfao.
I've fallen in love with someone, after only recently being broken up with. They know all about my date. They aren't forcing me to stop, but...
God. Falling for someone who genuinely gets you makes it really complicated. Here comes the problem though:
I know that, realistically, all of this shit is just a fucking ride. It's not going to last- this semblance of hope or happiness. It never has throughout my life. Not to say that the love won't last- but the happiness. The contentedness- the stillness i briefly feel... that will leave. It will go away as i become less dependent on them, and as i try to work on myself. And as i try to work on myself, it will get worse, like it always does.
Getting better requires focusing on the things that hurt you most. But doing that means that i want to CTB, or otherwise, cause bodily harm. The pain never really goes away from the wounds that i have. It will always stay- and no amount of love will ever fix that.
Just because i'm feeling gay as shit doesn't mean life suddenly fucking gets better. And yet- my brain acts like that. And i keep thinking, well, what if i wait one more day?
Sadly, the answer to that, is bad. I haven't gotten Covid yet. When i do, it will be horrible due to all of my vulnerabilities. It will very likely be a living nightmare. I am on a timer, in that sense. And i'm not sure how to store my SN properly either, i'm worried about it going bad, and being unable to get it again due to being in fucking Australia.
All of this to say that.. i really do love her. A lot. She makes me exceptionally happy- and being able to be honest while being unconditionally loved is something i've never had in my life before this.
But i know this happiness is temporary. I will return to my eating disorder bullshit, my self harm bullshit, my drugs, and eventually contract Covid, leaving me sick and stuck. If i don't leave now... i will lose the chance to do so safely. Or at least, it feels like it. Australia is so fucking stringent. Honest to god i wouldn't even be considering this shit if i was allowed to legally leave this planet at any time.
tl;dr: Love is amazing. It's given me hope. But i've been through way too fucking much and i'm just too tired. I've tried recovery so many times, and it always leads into more and more addictions and hellish mental health issues. The love may be forever, but the contentedness will subside- and i will be left with my addictions once again. Not really being able to live life properly isn't living. It's existence. And i don't want any fucking part of it. I feel like i need to say this, but obviously, there is way, way fucking more then just the above that's causing me to do this.
Assuming my mentality doesn't change, i'll be posting a goodbye thread soon. Thanks for reading this. Maybe give a trans girl a hug or something.
I've fallen in love with someone, after only recently being broken up with. They know all about my date. They aren't forcing me to stop, but...
God. Falling for someone who genuinely gets you makes it really complicated. Here comes the problem though:
I know that, realistically, all of this shit is just a fucking ride. It's not going to last- this semblance of hope or happiness. It never has throughout my life. Not to say that the love won't last- but the happiness. The contentedness- the stillness i briefly feel... that will leave. It will go away as i become less dependent on them, and as i try to work on myself. And as i try to work on myself, it will get worse, like it always does.
Getting better requires focusing on the things that hurt you most. But doing that means that i want to CTB, or otherwise, cause bodily harm. The pain never really goes away from the wounds that i have. It will always stay- and no amount of love will ever fix that.
Just because i'm feeling gay as shit doesn't mean life suddenly fucking gets better. And yet- my brain acts like that. And i keep thinking, well, what if i wait one more day?
Sadly, the answer to that, is bad. I haven't gotten Covid yet. When i do, it will be horrible due to all of my vulnerabilities. It will very likely be a living nightmare. I am on a timer, in that sense. And i'm not sure how to store my SN properly either, i'm worried about it going bad, and being unable to get it again due to being in fucking Australia.
All of this to say that.. i really do love her. A lot. She makes me exceptionally happy- and being able to be honest while being unconditionally loved is something i've never had in my life before this.
But i know this happiness is temporary. I will return to my eating disorder bullshit, my self harm bullshit, my drugs, and eventually contract Covid, leaving me sick and stuck. If i don't leave now... i will lose the chance to do so safely. Or at least, it feels like it. Australia is so fucking stringent. Honest to god i wouldn't even be considering this shit if i was allowed to legally leave this planet at any time.
tl;dr: Love is amazing. It's given me hope. But i've been through way too fucking much and i'm just too tired. I've tried recovery so many times, and it always leads into more and more addictions and hellish mental health issues. The love may be forever, but the contentedness will subside- and i will be left with my addictions once again. Not really being able to live life properly isn't living. It's existence. And i don't want any fucking part of it. I feel like i need to say this, but obviously, there is way, way fucking more then just the above that's causing me to do this.
Assuming my mentality doesn't change, i'll be posting a goodbye thread soon. Thanks for reading this. Maybe give a trans girl a hug or something.