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- May 7, 2024
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Hello. My name is anonymous and I am hurting. I am hurting so badly. I am someone who struggles with self-hatred and gender dysphoria due to being trans. I've tried connecting with the local LGBT community on campus but they don't get me. No one does. My sweetheart doesn't get it either. I've tried getting help. Suicide is the last solution I want to take but I can't stand being trans. Nothing will change the fact that I am trans. As much as I like being on HRT, I even, out of desperation, considered stopping but if being trans isn't hard enough, then I would have to deal with all the people who would suddenly think I'm some weirdo terf. I know a lot of people on campus who would look at me differently if I detransitioned. I don't want to do that, though, but it sucks knowing it was never an option. I feel trapped. I can't be me, I don't like me. I try not think about it but everyday, EVERY DAY there is some news about trans people, local or broadcasted. I'll talk with a buddy and they will tell me about how one of their friends came out as trans. People will ask me my pronouns. Someone will send me a text bringing up the fact I'm trans. I have so much trauma of coming out and transitioning. I don't want to think about the fact that I am trans. I wish it would all go away. I either want to wake up to a world without that stupid word or not wake up at all. I love life, I love the Earth, and I want to enjoy as much as I can before I die someday. I love my partner. I am bored with life and misrerable and my sense of identity has shattered so much I just don't think I can put all the pieces back together. It's better off being swept up and thrown away.
I don't know what to make of my situation. I've thought about suicide for years but I don't have the stomach for it. Now that I have a partner, I hardly have the heart to go through it, knowing how much both of our lives have improved from being together. I don't want to die. I don't want to be me, either. If I knew for fact that I could get a second chance at life as a different person, I would go for it in a heartbeat. That's not guranteed, though. The life I have could be the only one... but I'm so sick of me.
I don't know what to make of my situation. I've thought about suicide for years but I don't have the stomach for it. Now that I have a partner, I hardly have the heart to go through it, knowing how much both of our lives have improved from being together. I don't want to die. I don't want to be me, either. If I knew for fact that I could get a second chance at life as a different person, I would go for it in a heartbeat. That's not guranteed, though. The life I have could be the only one... but I'm so sick of me.