Greetings blog,
It has been a long hiatus for writing as I was going through some personal crisis once again. I don't know I get myself so far down the road and not learn any better, but I guess some habits are hard to break.
The biggest one is not being me. This past week I had some time to spend in touch with myself and it was wonderful. Just the coming down from it is so very hard that I need to write to remember my highs.
I got a chance to do a little shopping, work on putting some outfits together and to go out to a club and mingle with some other local girls. It was pure bliss of the freedom to be myself and to feel good. It was my second time out with the local group and everyone was so understanding and nice. It is so good not to feel alone and even better to be able to share it person with another understanding and caring soul. I talked with another girl and saw pictures of her at the pride parade last month. How incredible that experience would be!
Even better than my night out though was my personal day that I took off and spent the entire day as Jaclyn. I am still crying inside on how incredible that felt.
It was so nice to wake up, get out my clothes, shower and get dressed for the day as Jaclyn. I did a little work and then went out and drove around a bit. I had made a redezvous with another girl for the afternoon and that was fantastic. She was so very sweet and made me tear up when seeing her for the first time she brought me some flowers and shared some heartfelt wishes to make the day wonderful. I could hardly believe anyone could do something for someone as me and it was so unexpected. We meet in a local hotel and talked a bit on our past experiences and how difficult it was to move beyond closed doors. We tried on some outfits together and helped each work on some fashion tips, looked at some pictures and talked and talked. There is something being with someone else that shares the same fears, the same feelings of having to keep yourself hidden from the world that when you connect it feels like all emotions flowing out at once. She was so sweet and caring and I only wish I could return a bit of how great she made me feel.
After our experience, I felt emotionally spent so I drove around a bit and ended up a park to sit and reflect. Once of the things I thought most about was how I would need to put Jaclyn away again for awhile and how much that hurt. I don't know why I push myself for that high because coming down just tears me up inside. Today is rough transitioning back to world where Jaclyn hides from and I never know how much longer I can keep this up. I wish I knew what to do, but I will try to lift up my chin and shoulder on I guess.
In the meantime, I am going to attach some pictures from my week so I can come back here to reflect and feel the warmth of the memories of a fun week of freedom.
Hugs,
Jaclyn
Pic of me out with the local group
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Friday, June 12, 2015
cry
Dear blog,
Today I feel like I am hitting a new low.
I feel like I am totally losing everything including my sanity and don't know where to turn. I've tried to reach out to my therapist, my family, my virtual friends but nothing is working.
I feel so distraught and anxious and like my life is one big pile of steaming cow manure.
I hate myself and cry and cut trying to get better but nothing helps.
I feel so lost.
I feel so hopeless and tearing up trying to get my thoughts down here right now.
I want so really really really badly just to say f## it world and dress and become the woman I feel is in me.
And I don't want to do that right now really really badly as well.
I am certifiably 100% completely looney tunes nutso. I can find doctors to affirm that.
I just got done cutting my arms and I am still scratching and anxious and need to do more.
God I hate myself so much. And I feel so alone.
Noone in this world really knows the real me and those I've tried to tell reject me for that.
I hate this!!!!
I feel I can't go one and struggle just to make it to the next day. I stare at my sleeping pills or hold a bag over my head or imagine just driving into a wall. I just may do that. So much.
I need to cry. I'm going to cry. I'm so pathethic and alone and afraid and I haven't done anything in my life.
I just don't know anymore.
Today I feel like I am hitting a new low.
I feel like I am totally losing everything including my sanity and don't know where to turn. I've tried to reach out to my therapist, my family, my virtual friends but nothing is working.
I feel so distraught and anxious and like my life is one big pile of steaming cow manure.
I hate myself and cry and cut trying to get better but nothing helps.
I feel so lost.
I feel so hopeless and tearing up trying to get my thoughts down here right now.
I want so really really really badly just to say f## it world and dress and become the woman I feel is in me.
And I don't want to do that right now really really badly as well.
I am certifiably 100% completely looney tunes nutso. I can find doctors to affirm that.
I just got done cutting my arms and I am still scratching and anxious and need to do more.
God I hate myself so much. And I feel so alone.
Noone in this world really knows the real me and those I've tried to tell reject me for that.
I hate this!!!!
I feel I can't go one and struggle just to make it to the next day. I stare at my sleeping pills or hold a bag over my head or imagine just driving into a wall. I just may do that. So much.
I need to cry. I'm going to cry. I'm so pathethic and alone and afraid and I haven't done anything in my life.
I just don't know anymore.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Authenticate
Hello blog,
Yes I am still here despite some of my dire posts recently which I am ashamed about. I still feel somedays really in that dark place and not able to go on much further, but also feel rather silly and foolish for several of my posts.
Anyways, I met with my counselor yesterday and a word that she kept repeating seemed to stick in my warped wee little brain - authenticate. What does that really mean and I am totally lost on what the authentic me really is. I don't think I am alone in that struggle but it is a scary and confusing thing to try and figure out for oneself and even more to accept it.
So that has been what I was thinking of staring at the ceiling last night because I can't honestly remember when last I was able just to go to sleep or have normal thoughts like everyone else. So I wrote this poem about it, and wanted to put it down before I lost my thoughts.
Authenticate
Spend each day pretending to be,
Some acceptable form for people to see,
To much cowardice to accept the real me,
Is it time to authenticate?
Wake each day feeling so hopeless,
Running from mirrors, hiding to dress,
No matter how good, always under duress,
Is it time to authenticate?
Each time I've tried I've only end up scared,
Of things I know not who, when or where,
The truth I hide and never do want to share,
Should I finally come clean?
I'm at my end, I have no other escape,
I've tried to bend but no at my break,
Things I pretend I can no longer fake,
I think its time for me to authenticate.
Authenticate. Authenticate.
To stop pretending to stop being fake.
To stop believing I was born a mistake,
To stop hating myself every move I make,
To stop lying and to accept my eventual fate,
To stop refusing my true self before its too late,
To stop dreaming and time for that first step to take,
I think it is time for me to authenticate. Authenticate.
Hugs,
Jaclyn
Yes I am still here despite some of my dire posts recently which I am ashamed about. I still feel somedays really in that dark place and not able to go on much further, but also feel rather silly and foolish for several of my posts.
Anyways, I met with my counselor yesterday and a word that she kept repeating seemed to stick in my warped wee little brain - authenticate. What does that really mean and I am totally lost on what the authentic me really is. I don't think I am alone in that struggle but it is a scary and confusing thing to try and figure out for oneself and even more to accept it.
So that has been what I was thinking of staring at the ceiling last night because I can't honestly remember when last I was able just to go to sleep or have normal thoughts like everyone else. So I wrote this poem about it, and wanted to put it down before I lost my thoughts.
Authenticate
Spend each day pretending to be,
Some acceptable form for people to see,
To much cowardice to accept the real me,
Is it time to authenticate?
Wake each day feeling so hopeless,
Running from mirrors, hiding to dress,
No matter how good, always under duress,
Is it time to authenticate?
Each time I've tried I've only end up scared,
Of things I know not who, when or where,
The truth I hide and never do want to share,
Should I finally come clean?
I'm at my end, I have no other escape,
I've tried to bend but no at my break,
Things I pretend I can no longer fake,
I think its time for me to authenticate.
Authenticate. Authenticate.
To stop pretending to stop being fake.
To stop believing I was born a mistake,
To stop hating myself every move I make,
To stop lying and to accept my eventual fate,
To stop refusing my true self before its too late,
To stop dreaming and time for that first step to take,
I think it is time for me to authenticate. Authenticate.
Hugs,
Jaclyn
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