Dad needed to understand why I stay in therapy. I refer to that part of myself as a monster that needs to be kept in check. And this year has been a hard one. The monster clawed at me from the cage.
That sucks. *HUGS*Losing your support network sucks. My best friend of 13 years, with whom I've been really emotionally intimate and we leaned on each other for all kinds of support, has been very busy in the past few months after some major changes in their life, so we've been mostly able to meet up twice a week for our morning jogs which did a whole lot of heavy lifting for my mental health since Covid started, especially after I realized I was trans. But in early May, my employer has abruptly instituted new office attendance requirements that, combined with my friend's busy schedule, have made it all but impossible for me to have these morning jogs outside of every second Friday. Which of course means that if anything comes up on that Friday, that's another two weeks of not seeing anyone to whom I could talk to about my feelings openly. And now, for the second two-week period in a row, something came up.
I do have other friends but none with the same length of shared history and level of emotional intimacy, and they have commutes that rule out casual meetups unless they already have business in the area. And now my stress levels and feelings of being alone in a crowd are through the roof because instead of one weekday of my choice, I have to go to my almost exclusively cishet male office every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, with all three of my direct coworkers having cynism, fragile masculinity and anti-wokeism constitute their entire personalities (and I can't even request a transfer because there's a total moratorium on new roles without degrees in programming or data science, as "automation is the way of the future"; also, with the pay raise I've just got, switching jobs would practically guarantee a huge hit to my financial status). Just why.
Losing your support network sucks. My best friend of 13 years, with whom I've been really emotionally intimate and we leaned on each other for all kinds of support, has been very busy in the past few months after some major changes in their life, so we've been mostly able to meet up twice a week for our morning jogs which did a whole lot of heavy lifting for my mental health since Covid started, especially after I realized I was trans. But in early May, my employer has abruptly instituted new office attendance requirements that, combined with my friend's busy schedule, have made it all but impossible for me to have these morning jogs outside of every second Friday. Which of course means that if anything comes up on that Friday, that's another two weeks of not seeing anyone to whom I could talk to about my feelings openly. And now, for the second two-week period in a row, something came up.
I do have other friends but none with the same length of shared history and level of emotional intimacy, and they have commutes that rule out casual meetups unless they already have business in the area. And now my stress levels and feelings of being alone in a crowd are through the roof because instead of one weekday of my choice, I have to go to my almost exclusively cishet male office every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, with all three of my direct coworkers having cynism, fragile masculinity and anti-wokeism constitute their entire personalities (and I can't even request a transfer because there's a total moratorium on new roles without degrees in programming or data science, as "automation is the way of the future"; also, with the pay raise I've just got, switching jobs would practically guarantee a huge hit to my financial status). Just why.
While that sounds incredibly awkward and painful, I appreciate that you powered through it, and glad you were able to find support and keep going. Hopefully you keep finding resources to help!Was messaging my girlfriend for a bit while I was freaking out and she told me she'd support whatever decision I made but from her perspective she didn't think I needed the intensive clinic either. Ended up taking my first pill in 6 weeks to get hold of it. Of course I forgot I had a conference call with a dozen people and had to hop on it still freaking out. Pill kicked in about halfway through.
It sounds like you have a supportive girlfriend, and that's good, it's always nice to have someone on your side like that.Was messaging my girlfriend for a bit while I was freaking out and she told me she'd support whatever decision I made but from her perspective she didn't think I needed the intensive clinic either. Ended up taking my first pill in 6 weeks to get hold of it. Of course I forgot I had a conference call with a dozen people and had to hop on it still freaking out. Pill kicked in about halfway through.
I hate voice mails, I just never know what to say. I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to say to a person, but I got the voice mail, and it totally threw me off, and I just hung up.
Straight up-I have to write down what I want to say and I rehearse it before leaving a VM. I can get thrown off very easily.I hate voice mails, I just never know what to say. I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to say to a person, but I got the voice mail, and it totally threw me off, and I just hung up.
Hard feeling.I been feeling hopeless about things.
I been feeling hopeless about things.
That sucks. Sleep can impact depression heavily but it sucks that it takes 6 weeks to reset.I'm ok, just hopeless and deeply sad. My sleep has been really messed up. I sleep when it's daylight and I'm wide awake when it's dark. I been having issues breaking the cycle and getting my sleep fixed.
It's always rough when that kind of stuff sneaks up on you.
Is there anything, even just a tiny thing, you can look forward to in say the next week or two?I'm ok, just hopeless and deeply sad. My sleep has been really messed up. I sleep when it's daylight and I'm wide awake when it's dark. I been having issues breaking the cycle and getting my sleep fixed.
*HUGS*So I'm still feeling bad today. Anxious. Was writing down everything going on in my life and my usual triggers and how nothing should be making me feel this way when I realized it's the anniversary (ish) of something terrible. So I figure that's probably a chunk of the reason.
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