I've Been Terrified Of Going Insane For A Long Time Now, Specifically Loss Of Lucidity/memory. When I
I've been terrified of going insane for a long time now, specifically loss of lucidity/memory. When I was in high school, I would occasionally have minor hallucinations when I wasn't getting enough sleep.
The most afraid I've been in my life was once when I lost access to all my memories for about thirty seconds. I couldn't recall any details about my identity or my whereabouts (my apartment).
I think the second most disturbing experience was years ago when I was in the shower and I thought my hair turned into spider legs. It took every fiber of my being not to freak out and start thrashing my limbs all over the place.
The last time I visited my dad, he described two occasions of having hallucinations similar to ones I've had, so I asked if my family has a history of mental illness. He said his grandmother or something like that "went crazy," so that wasn't very helpful or reassuring.
I think overall, the best thing to do is enjoy life now. Worrying about the future will probably just make it hard to deal with. Eventually I should talk to a therapist, but I'm happy where I am.
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I can't tell if other people are confusing or if I'm the confusing one.
Is it wrong that when I first heard the Micheal Distortion from TMA being described, I just imagined Dylan Brady with big hands?
I don't know why I feel like I have to be sleep-deprived and listening to loud music in order to be productive.
I want the universe to know that regardless of whether anyone else sees a woman when they look at me, regardless of which pronouns I am called upon with, regardless of which bathroom I use, regardless of the name or sex on my driver's license, regardless of the clothes I am allowed to wear, regardless of whether or not I see myself as a woman, I am happy with the shape of my body for the first time in my life because I started hormone replacement therapy a little over a year ago. I could live the rest of my life as a man if it meant that I could be happy and at peace with this flesh.
That I could go an entire year without feeling like my skeleton is trying to rip free from the flesh and tendons and skin covering my bones is a miracle. That I could go an entire year without wondering what the next body horror avatar of the flesh werewolf transformation I will have to endure next is a blessing. That I could see my reflection in the mirror and she and I are the same person is all I could ask for.
I understand not everyone can live that way, but I need anyone at all to understand the relief I feel every day. No difference of belief or values could take this away from me. Only hatred. I have ideologies, but their importance pales in comparison to value I place on access to HRT. This is for myself and no one else. The joy I feel. Strip me of all other dignities out of what you believe is the proper way for me to interact with the world, but no one can dictate the relationship I have with myself. The only reason anyone could possibly want to take this away from me is to cause me pain.
I swear I act identically to the people around me, so why does it feel so uncomfortable?
