I have no plans to hurt myself or worse, but I just need a space where I can admit this shit:
I don't think I wanna do this anymore. I am happy and content with myself. But I am so tired of being shunned out of the things I am good at because I'm seen as caring less or doing it too slow or wrong even though I end up at the same end result, if not better at times.
I'm so tired of being a hair too late because of bullshit capitalistic reasons telling my particular age bracket to fuck off. I just missed the train for decent wildlife jobs and now who fucking knows how I'll get into the field at nearly 30 with next to no connections.
I was fired from the only job I genuinely loved by people who made me hate going into work and I still have no idea which ones of them accused me so many times of refusing to be a team player or slacking where I just wasn't doing so. And now I have to go back to fucking retail if they'll even take me back, because that bullshit company used my disability to deny me a fair wage and hours. They admitted to as much to my then-boss in more lawyer-friendly words.
The thought of needing to go back to anything less than the one thing I lived so much makes me want to throw up. I hate it. I fucking hate it. But my partner isn't gonna be able to pay for everything and they need medicaid as much as I do, so they can't up their hours much more anyways.
I might have to lose my medicaid just before I get some answers on why it hurts to even have sex with them anymore. I can't even fucking masturbate to feel better and that was my MO until this shit forced itself onto me. I am deeply tied to my sexuality and I've been so fucking dysphoric without it. I don't feel like a woman anymore, and I sure as shit don't have the confidence to feel like the man I did atp, either.
My budget phone's screen keeps refusing to even accept inputs every 3 characters and sometimes even less. So I have to sit and turn it off and on 20 times, I am not even kidding here, just to send a text to someone. And I had no hope before to afford a better replacement, I definitely can't NOW.
I can't fucking take this shit anymore. What did I do so heinously wrong to deserve this shit?? Work my hardest? Try to be genuinely nice to people I didn't even like because I wanted to change and understand others? Give so much to my work for my morals and ideals?
What the fuck did I do to deserve any of this...?
The only thing I feel any sense of growth on is my faith coming back and it's literally to the godess of "keep trying, that's all I ask", and I know that I'll probably fail at that too, even though I'm sure she wouldn't be upset if I do.
And the rocd and general anxiety isn't even something I myself fixed, my fucking meds did. I just don't have the energy in me to keep doing things myself, and I don't think I have for a long time now. The thought makes me feel repulsed at all the hard work I've done til now.
Every single moment of my hard work has crumbled in my hands and I can't fix it. I did everything right, everything I was supposed to do, and the world still won't let me breathe and enjoy it. My one passion I've always had is writing, and I finally found the spark to start it again- and the universe serves me a broken computer with the only copy of my files stuck on it. My partner says they can fix it, and I trust them- but I don't trust the universe to let me have this. My comfort series has now been twice denied to me when it comes to engaging in fan works.
If I lose that now... I really, truly don't think i can get that desire to write for it back, or write in general for a long time. I'm just gonna feel this sense of anxious dread that something will deny me the joy of creation again... It's been the only outlet I have for my desire for sex, and I can't even fucking have that now.
I don't want to do this anymore.
I really don't wanna.












