The End Of A Difficult Week

So the week finished with mixed feelings. At times I was ok, but I was mainly drowning. I’m at the point where I’m seriously considering going back to the doctor’s before anything crazy happens and I do something stupid. I’ve been trying to figure out what is that’s causing this, hoping it’ll give me a clue as to how I can fix myself. But in all honesty, I don’t really know. Each day gives me a new suggestion for why I feel like this – but nothing certain.

Misery Never Goes Out Of Style

So far this week, I’ve been really struggling again. My moods have been erratic and I’ve become so irritable. I’m spending every waking moment trying to stay positive and motivated but, quite honestly, I’m losing the energy to keep going. Fighting depression is difficult. Really fucking difficult. No matter what I do to snap myself out of it, I just sink deeper.

The Biggest Step, Ever

I wanted to write this yesterday but I couldn’t. My emotions were all over the place and my nerves were shredded. After months of thinking and a lifetime of struggling, I finally did something about it yesterday: I went to my doctor and asked to be referred to a Gender Identity Clinic (GIC).