Inner
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- May 10, 2026
- 10
I am well aware that my suicide would destroy my family. Depression runs in the family, and my death would certainly trigger something. I am especially worried about my younger brother. We haven't had the best relationship being siblings and all, but he still loves me as a big sister. Hell my death would devastate every family member I know of.
I don't want to devastate my family, but I also don't want to live this life. I wish they all could find peace in my decision, but I know they won't. Maybe that's just life being life. You advocate for yourself and someone will always disagree. Am I truly obligated to deal with their feelings? I won't be there to see the aftermath.
I haven't caught a break since I was a damn kid. Something has always been going on inside my head. My first thoughts of suicide were at an early age (~10). I became obsessed with Christian doctrine and the fear of Hell. Combining that will sexual trauma, I came to the conclusion that I need to kill myself to be redeemed in the eyes of the Lord. And so that was my thought process for the next couple of years. I will need to die so I can go to Heaven. Eventually I stopped believing in Christianity. My OCD leeches onto everything I experience that I don't even know anymore what's truly me.
Being trans fucking sucks. Yeah everyone tells me I look like a woman, but I have such a hard time seeing it. Hell I can't even keep a clear idea of what my face looks like. It's always changing. Even though I'm at a decent point in my transition, I still hold onto what I lost in my childhood. Firstly I was an indoor kid, but when I realized I'm trans, oh boy, what a fucking mess that was. I missed out on so many moments a teenager is expected to experience. I didn't go to prom, or parties, or barely any social events all because my body got in the way. I couldn't let others see my grotesque body. There's so much irony in today. People tell me about my curves, boobs, face, etc, but I rarely feel secure in it, I feel that I'm not enough. Now I know how transitioning on HRT works, and I have many years of development ahead, but I don't even know if I'll make it to that point. The United States government is leeching more and more onto anti-trans rhetoric. What I fear more than social disapproval is the day that I can't even take HRT. I refuse to detransition into a man.
Society is so close to falling apart. Whether it's the industrial-military complex, loss of resources by overconsumption, etc. I really don't see me being able to enjoy life regardless if it's me being trans, governments and corporations fucking us over, or the decay brought on by human-induced pollution. There will always be something. We're far too gone in this era.
So I'm just done. I've been dealt bad cards. I hate myself, the government hates me, nations hate each other to the brink of nuclear devastation, and the active deconstruction of any remaining sense of quality-of-life. These are forces beyond powerful compared to me. I didn't ask to be born into this reality, and I'll sure as hell leave by my own will.
But fuck, I really don't want to devastate my family.
I don't want to devastate my family, but I also don't want to live this life. I wish they all could find peace in my decision, but I know they won't. Maybe that's just life being life. You advocate for yourself and someone will always disagree. Am I truly obligated to deal with their feelings? I won't be there to see the aftermath.
I haven't caught a break since I was a damn kid. Something has always been going on inside my head. My first thoughts of suicide were at an early age (~10). I became obsessed with Christian doctrine and the fear of Hell. Combining that will sexual trauma, I came to the conclusion that I need to kill myself to be redeemed in the eyes of the Lord. And so that was my thought process for the next couple of years. I will need to die so I can go to Heaven. Eventually I stopped believing in Christianity. My OCD leeches onto everything I experience that I don't even know anymore what's truly me.
Being trans fucking sucks. Yeah everyone tells me I look like a woman, but I have such a hard time seeing it. Hell I can't even keep a clear idea of what my face looks like. It's always changing. Even though I'm at a decent point in my transition, I still hold onto what I lost in my childhood. Firstly I was an indoor kid, but when I realized I'm trans, oh boy, what a fucking mess that was. I missed out on so many moments a teenager is expected to experience. I didn't go to prom, or parties, or barely any social events all because my body got in the way. I couldn't let others see my grotesque body. There's so much irony in today. People tell me about my curves, boobs, face, etc, but I rarely feel secure in it, I feel that I'm not enough. Now I know how transitioning on HRT works, and I have many years of development ahead, but I don't even know if I'll make it to that point. The United States government is leeching more and more onto anti-trans rhetoric. What I fear more than social disapproval is the day that I can't even take HRT. I refuse to detransition into a man.
Society is so close to falling apart. Whether it's the industrial-military complex, loss of resources by overconsumption, etc. I really don't see me being able to enjoy life regardless if it's me being trans, governments and corporations fucking us over, or the decay brought on by human-induced pollution. There will always be something. We're far too gone in this era.
So I'm just done. I've been dealt bad cards. I hate myself, the government hates me, nations hate each other to the brink of nuclear devastation, and the active deconstruction of any remaining sense of quality-of-life. These are forces beyond powerful compared to me. I didn't ask to be born into this reality, and I'll sure as hell leave by my own will.
But fuck, I really don't want to devastate my family.