Fly🦋
One day I'll be with the stars sleeping forever.
- Dec 30, 2019
- 59
I've always felt comfortable sharing if i was depressed or suicidal i just am uncomfortable going deep into how i actually feel and think. This is kind of new for me. I guess i have to start off with something though. I use to live with my birth parents, Desmond and Shanelle until i was 8 months. Apparently my dad Desmond did some shit and ended up in jail and my mom Shanelle had a drinking problem and wasn't doing a great job with taking care of me. DSS came in and decided to place me with my aunt Desmond's sister Tykia. i call her mom because... well she wants me to and she was the one actually taking care of me. I have lived with Tykia or my mom, Robert my mom's husband, cherish my cousin that i call my sister and journee my baby cousin i call my sister ever since. I showed signs of depression in march 2019 close to the end of the school year. My mom didn't think it was that serious because it really wasn't. Sure i hated my self but i have hated myself ever since 2nd grade. Plus i was and still am a big coward i barely even planned my suicide and didn't even go through with it. Back then i already knew i was pansexual and was questioning if i was transgender. After school ended my depression got better even though i hated summer. i might as well never have been depressed i was so happy like i use to be in 3rd grade. i decided i would be straight again, i know stupid right you can't just be straight because you want too. And i decided to be a girly girly instead of a trans boy for the sake of my parents. My mom is just straight up homophobic and transphobic. My dad has no problem with lgbt at all. He doesn't mind me being pansexual and even though he wont admit it he doesn't like the idea of me being a boy. he always wanted me to be his little princess. After a summer of pretending to be something i am not in August aound when school was starting back. My depression came back and it became stronger then ever. i didn't just hate my self i loathed and despised myself. i couldn't look in the mirror anymore with thinking i was ugly. i wish i was dead. My mom noticed they're was something wrong and asked and i cried. I cried like a ugly fat pig i was. I threw everything out there. how i hated myself and how i wanted to go in a deep sleep and never wake up, how i was tired of existing and not living. After calming me down she said that i need a therapist. i begged her not to until she dropped to subject and i thought i won. i didn't. i ended up going to therapy in october. Between august and octber i had also developed an eatting disorder called anorexia. i also found out my birth mom Shanelle was diagnoised with bipolar depression and it's genetic i also have bipolar depression. I hated therapy so much and still do. Now to the present time, i have
Anorexia
Anxiety
Bipolar depression
Borderline Personality Disorder
Gender dysphoria (though it not a bad thing wanting to be a boy)
Still pansexual (definitely not a bad thing) (love is love)
And nothing is getting better.
Anorexia
Anxiety
Bipolar depression
Borderline Personality Disorder
Gender dysphoria (though it not a bad thing wanting to be a boy)
Still pansexual (definitely not a bad thing) (love is love)
And nothing is getting better.