I have so much grief and so much pain right now. I started writing this in the "Generation Gap" subforum but it turned out to be a broader topic than that.
I don't believe in "supposed to" attached to ages. Especially not for someone who has spent decades unlearning the pain of childhood sexual trauma. I'm turning 42 this year and ... I fight and I struggle and I strive to accept myself, to find people who love me, to love myself, to find community. And I have a lot of that, but I am still exhausted all of the time. I got COVID-19 in December 2023 and had a brutal time of it for a few months and then deep depression afterwards. Constantly fighting health insurance (U.S.) to cover the things I need as a trans person and navigating that fiasco has been draining. During that, I quit the job I was on medical leave from because of transphobia and the health insurance plan also refusing to cover my long COVID meds. I haven't worked since. I just started looking for work and am not having luck. I barely function more than two or three hours a day at best. Realistically, I'm about half-way through my life. I feel like I only have struggling against the system and aging to look forward to for myself. I know there's a sub-forum just for this stuff, but the U.S., where I live, is disappearing immigrants, has started its attack on trans rights (I am trans).
I am so utterly bereft of hope. I don't have it in me to do more work. Not for or on myself. Not against the horrible fascism rising in my country. Not to earn a living. I don't want to die, but I don't think I have the strength to go on living.
This is rambly and meandering. I have so much more I could say.
I don't believe in "supposed to" attached to ages. Especially not for someone who has spent decades unlearning the pain of childhood sexual trauma. I'm turning 42 this year and ... I fight and I struggle and I strive to accept myself, to find people who love me, to love myself, to find community. And I have a lot of that, but I am still exhausted all of the time. I got COVID-19 in December 2023 and had a brutal time of it for a few months and then deep depression afterwards. Constantly fighting health insurance (U.S.) to cover the things I need as a trans person and navigating that fiasco has been draining. During that, I quit the job I was on medical leave from because of transphobia and the health insurance plan also refusing to cover my long COVID meds. I haven't worked since. I just started looking for work and am not having luck. I barely function more than two or three hours a day at best. Realistically, I'm about half-way through my life. I feel like I only have struggling against the system and aging to look forward to for myself. I know there's a sub-forum just for this stuff, but the U.S., where I live, is disappearing immigrants, has started its attack on trans rights (I am trans).
I am so utterly bereft of hope. I don't have it in me to do more work. Not for or on myself. Not against the horrible fascism rising in my country. Not to earn a living. I don't want to die, but I don't think I have the strength to go on living.
This is rambly and meandering. I have so much more I could say.