LIFE IN LOCKDOWN..CONT

This feels like a never ending saga… Although things are starting to slowly get back to normal-ish. More places are starting to open and you’re allowed to travel a bit more and the level has been lowered to 3.. which I’m unsure of the exact do’s and don’ts but for me I am meant to be isolating now till the end of this month, although that could change. It’s just a case of waiting to see what happens next, I do think a second wave is inevitable as that’s just how a virus works.

For me I don’t feel quite comfortable going to any shops in town just yet, although I will have to go to primark at some point at I have one pair of shorts and the ones I’ve seen in Asda either don’t feel right or just aren’t my style. I’m also feeling quite anxious about using public transport, luckily at the moment I don’t have to go anywhere, despite bursting to take the dogs out for the day somewhere, I think for me right now the risks still outweighs the wants. Plus I need a mask which I don’t have and don’t feel comfortable wearing due to not being able to breathe properly. I think I’d feel to claustrophobic wearing a mask, especially on the bus. So for now, I’m staying local..which is boring AF but I got to keep safe.

I wish I could say I was coping better with this lockdown life, but sadly I can’t. I’m still really struggling, my depression is pretty bad, anxiety is bad and the disassociation is really crippling.

I decided that today I was going to try my best to actually participate and engage in life, rather then the disassociation take over and its been extremely exhausting trying to stay present and in the moment. But I’ve been able to get things done that have just been impossible to do in the last few weeks.

Most days I am so disconnected, disassociated and switched off that all I can do is sleep, eat snacks as cooking has just been too difficult and walk the dogs. I haven’t even been able to really watch anything either, I’ve just been watching things I don’t have to concentrate on, things I’ve seen a million times as its kind of comforting and eases my anxiety. There’s a few new seasons of shows I love on netflix that I’m bursting to watch, but for some reason I can’t start them. I feel too anxious, I know it makes no sense. I’m not really enjoying doing anything either, I just feel so numb, I can’t remember the last time I actually felt something other then feeling so numb and just nothing. I feel like most days I’m just going through the motions, just to get through another day of monotony.

I struggle to even start a task, it takes forever to do the basics, as I’m so trapped my anxiety and fighting to stay in the moment that I spend a lot of time sitting down trying to motivate myself enough to unfreeze and move. Its such a battle every day just to do the simplest of things and its so exhausting. I’m meant to be taking my blood pressure every day, but I’ve been unable to do that, as I just don’t remember and for some reason it feels like an overwhelming task, even though its so simple.

I’m just trapped inside my head all by myself all the time and my head is such a dark place to be but I’m stuck there. I need outside stimulation and interaction, I need outside help. But it’s just not there right now.

I’m so withdrawn from life, that I just don’t reach out anymore, I just can’t bring myself to it. I’ve kinda resided to the fact that this is life now, just on my own, loneliness forever. I’m not ok with that but I’m too tired to keep trying to insert myself into people’s lives.

Even when I’m out with the dogs and people talk to me, I keep stumbling over my words, I feel super awkward and incredibly anxious. I love being out with the dogs but I hate being seen, I just want to walk and chill on my own, which just isn’t me at all. I usually love talking to random strangers but now it just makes me feel so vulnerable and awkward I really don’t enjoy it and I wish I didn’t feel this way as I am quite a social person usually. But my anxiety is so strong and the constant negative thoughts is making everything impossible.

I’m kind of dreading everything getting back to normal, I can see myself keeping myself very withdrawn and isolated, it feels a bit scary getting back to normal. I don’t know how I’m going to get myself back out there into society, just thinking about it freaks me out. I’m not agoraphobic but the thought have having to go a bit further a field, like say to a hospital app is terrifying. Not just getting public transport but also interacting with others and also being able to organise myself enough to get myself somewhere on time. This lockdown has had a huge negative impact on my mental health and its not something that I’ll be able to easily fix.

I’ve had very little sleep today, under 4 hours I think. I got up early and did the house work and made some breakfast and I was out just before 10 am, I took the dogs for a walk and sat down where we scattered dad’s ashes which was nice and peaceful. Spoke to him and wished him a Happy Fathers Day, something I do every year. After our walk I had some lunch and watched and film, then jumped onto the laptop while my brain was still engaged in real life and I’ve been sat here for about 4 hours now. I feel a bit better for blogging and getting stuff out, I’m bloody exhausted now. I’m going to try and get an earlier night.

A couple of weeks ago I decided for my own mental health and sanity to cut ties with my ex completely, which meant deleting messages, blocking on FB and burning the break up letter they gave, which wasn’t as satisfying as I thought it would be. I couldn’t keep tormenting myself and I felt like I was still holding on, waiting, hoping that maybe I’d be wanted again. I didn’t really want to remain friends in the first place, it’s what they wanted and rather then be strong and stand up for myself I just went along with it. But I can’t heal from the situation whilst stuck in it and still wishing and hoping we’d get back together. I kept thinking I was over it but its still just as painful as when we broke up. I hate feeling so deeply, cuz sure as hell they don’t miss me or were even hurt by the break up, even if they did they didn’t show it. But why would they be hurt, I mean its only me right. Not speaking to them is so painful but being friends was painful, I can’t win.

Man, writing all this shit out makes me feel so broken.. no wonder I’m alone! lol who the fuck wants to take me and all my baggage on?! I don’t even want me.. Maybe this will always be the way, maybe one day I’ll find the light in all this darkness.

Peace out

Zak

trauma

This lockdown has been kinda good for one thing its allowed old wounds and pains to surface and its made me face the reality of the route cause of this pain that’s been there forever.

I’ve had counselling and different therapies since I was 15 years old on and off over the years and I’ve always skirted around this issue, cuz its painful and embarrassing to admit and as I’ve gotten older its got harder.

I find it super hard to be vulnerable and honest with myself let alone anyone else. But today I was able to verbalise it, which was very uncomfortable.

My parents divorced when I was 15 and my memories from around that time are patchy. It was a pretty traumatic experience and the years running up to that weren’t that great either and again memories are patchy.

For some that may not be seen as a traumatic event but for me it was and my mental health wasn’t great before it happened as I started self harming when I was around 9/10 years old. I can’t explain why I started self harming as again memories are fractured, not in order or missing completely.

I was an extremely anxious and extremely shy as a little kid, I struggled to make friends, I always felt left out and I still feel the same now at the age of 35 years old.

I think as you get older you tend to romanticise what your childhood was like, with me I don’t remember much at all. But I remember what it made me feel, what I felt then is what I feel now. No matter how hard I try to heal, to move forward. I am always dragged back to how I felt at the age of 15 years old.

I still feel like a little kid standing in a room full of adults trying to be seen and heard, I feel like I don’t exist, I feel alone, intense loneliness, I feel so sad, I’m in so much pain, I feel lost, I feel scared, I feel numb, I feel unloved and unlovable, I feel unwanted.

I can’t keep bleeding over the same thing, hurting over the same thing. It’s just too hard, too painful.

I feel so left out, everyone has their circle of friends and I’m standing way on the sidelines, waiting to be seen and heard, waiting for the scraps, waiting to have my existence remembered. I can’t do it anymore.

I’ve not hit any expected adult mile stones, I’ve never been in a long term relationships, I’ve never lived with anyone, I’ve never been engaged, married, I don’t have kids, never had a long term employment (mainly due to my physical health) 1 long term friendship which I no longer have. I don’t have kids, don’t own my place and never have. Never travelled anywhere, never done anything.

I feel like I’ve missed out on so much because of this trauma that hides inside me and seems to have such a strong hold over me. I end up bleeding on everyone around me and no one wants to deal with that. But I don’t mean too, I try so hard but doesn’t seem to be working. But I’m just a traumatise kid inside.

I’m so exhausted, so tired of trying, tired of feeling this pain, tired of fighting to be seen and heard, tired of existing. I’m tired of looking after myself, tired of acting like I’m a grown up when really I maybe 35 but emotionally, socially etc I’m still just a 15 year old kid inside. It exhausting trying to pretend I’m ok when I’m not.

This is hard

Peace out

Zak

A day in the life of a trans guy – Top Surgery

I’ve not posted anything in a while, I always think I have to be ‘in the right mood’ in order to be able to write a good post, but I realised that was just me being lazy and procrastinating. I decided I just need to get over myself and WRITE! I enjoy writing, it always makes me feel better, so I’m not sure why I stop myself.

A lot has happened in the last 2 months, since my last post. The main big news is that I’ve finally had top surgery! I had it 5 weeks ago 20th August! Everything went really well, my scars and new nipples look amazing! I am beyond happy! I’m still having to wear a compression binder..Urgh! But hopefully another week longer and I’ll be free!

I have a check up on Thursday, as I have a clot of blood sat on my right side of the chest, that they just need to drain and hopefully after that I won’t need to go back again. Wearing the compression binder has been pretty brutal, as I’ve been wearing it for nearly 5 weeks straight. I’ve had a few days where I’ve taken it off and given my chest a break. My skin is a bit sore where the binder has been rubbing on my skin and my ribs on the left are a bit swollen and this is exactly why I didn’t wear a binder in the first place, because its just too painful, uncomfortable and hot.

I have had a handful of good friends who’ve been so great during this time, I was so grateful to have people take me to the hospital before my op, bring me home, friends looking after my fur babies and friends taking me back and forth for check up apps and a couple of people coming over. It was one of the things I was worried about but I got there and back and my fur babies were look after, those were the most important things. So that made things easier.

Recovery has been a bit more difficult, its been pretty lonely and boring. I think week 3 of recovery was when I went out on my own, as I was so bored and I just needed to get out and then I also took the dogs out for the day which was great but man did that put me on my ass for the next few days. I’ve been trying to walk and get out as much as I can to start building myself up again, but still gotta take it easy and there’s still things I’ve got to be careful doing. I can’t reach my arms over my head yet and I can’t lift anything heavy still either.

Just been trying to occupy my time with different things, reading, meditation, gaming, playing inside with the dogs, napping, Netflix, colouring in. I keep I suppose its disassociating and just sitting staring and hours pass by and I haven’t moved or done anything. I also keep getting bouts of really bad anxiety, like anxiety I’ve not experienced before, it’s been so bad that I can’t move, I can’t tolerate noise, I’m just frozen and I felt so exhausted. Some days I was able to push through and make myself get out of the house, even just to walk to dogs, but even that was a massive effort. So things haven’t all been great just because I’ve had surgery, like it doesn’t solve all the issues, that I previously was struggling with. I think loneliness and isolation has really made it worse, as usual. It sucks not being able to volunteer and not having the energy to be out as much as I would like to be. It has had a huge emotional toll and I still haven’t really processed it and I think that’s another reason I’ve put off writing, because it means I don’t have to empty my guts out onto a page and examine what the fucks going on in that crazy brain of mine. I suppose this could be the start of the process but who knows.

So yeah its not been all flowers and rainbows, its been hard. I think the first 2 weeks after surgery, I kept having moments of feeling so blissed out, which was incredible. But then like I said the issues I had already before surgery reared their ugly heads again. But I mean I’m ok, I’m just frustrated, I miss not being in a routine and just doing things, I miss volunteering and seeing people. Kinda feels like a bit of a step back with the isolation… but I mean yeah.. I’m sure that will get better once I can do stuff again.

Above are pictures of my hospital room, me before and after surgery. I’m pretty impressed with how incredibly well my body has healed so far. The body is an amazing thing! I’m so blessed not to have had any major complications and everything has gone relatively well.

Just before surgery I had to have a ultrasound scan of my womb, as I was coming up to two years on testosterone, so its something they do. Results came back to say the lining of my womb is still thick and it shouldn’t be, so gotta go to gynaecologist in Dec, not overly looking forward to that, but its good they are looking into what might be happening.

2 days after surgery was my 2 years on testosterone anniversary 22nd August! I can’t believe it! It’s gone so quickly! I look so different too! In spite of all the mental health stuff I have going on, I do feel better on a more spiritual level, I feel more me, I just feel right now, well getting there, but I do feel more comfortable being me. I’m sure as more time passes the better that will get. I’m so proud of how far I’ve come and I still have a way to go, but I’m finally on the road I want to be.

Well that’s all for now, I hope whoever read this, enjoys it.

Peace out,

Zak

The darkness surrounds me

I wrote this last night, despite a nice day the darkness still takes a hold of me and I can’t shake it off

You ever just feel like you’re a total inconvenience to everyone?!

But it’s almost like they only stick around out of duty and pity they feel for you.

You ever feel so lost and alone, fractured and broken that nothing seems to make a difference anymore.

I feel like I’m being left behind, like I’m on the outside of life, peering in to catch a glimpse of things that could have been.

I feel like I’ve wasted so much time doing nothing and I still have no idea what to do.

Like why am I even here? I have no purpose, no point.. directionless child who is just floating around in the darkness all alone.

Faking being ok for my whole life, I can’t keep it up, it’s a heavy weight. But I feel I can’t be depressed all the time because well people don’t like that.

I’m just an old toy left upon the shelf, battered and bruised, broken and dusty. Left unloved, forgotten and alone.

I want to step into the light out of this darkness, I’m tired of going it alone

Peace out

Zak

Being brave – asking for help

So a couple of days ago I deleted everyone off FB and at first it was out of anger and frustration and also a bit scary but it’s actually been really liberating as well, I don’t feel like there’s things that are expected of me, as there’s no one to see anything anyway.

Feels good, if people really want to remain friends then they know where I am.

Yesterday I was really down and feeling like I no longer wanted to exist, not suicidal just didn’t want to be here anymore. It’s something I’ve been struggling with for a few months.

I feeling lonely and frustrated, so I decided to go to the retreat at Hahnemann House, it’s a safe place to go if you feel like you’re heading in crisis or are in crisis.

I had the best time, I chatted, did mindfulness, played go fish. It was so nice to be around other people and the best part was for the first time in a long time I actually felt heard! Which for me is so important, as I often feel ignored, left out, not heard etc. It really made all the difference, if I hadn’t gone I could have ended up harming myself.

I’m on my way back tonight 🙂 I’m looking forward to it. Just to not feel so alone and to be safe.

I rarely ask for help, the last few years I’ve been much less open because I don’t feel heard so I gave up bothering.

I didn’t want to go to my GP or back to the psychiatrist because drugs will only mask the root cause which is social isolation, it won’t make things better. I’d rather work on myself to feel better then up my meds and just feel like a zombie.

Anyway that’s all,

Peace out

Zak

Self care – Toxicity purge continued….

My previous post was written whilst I was on the bus, I took myself on a date night. I needed to get out as I was just sat at home, stuff running through my head and I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I decided that it would be good to get out for a bit, I looked up what was on at the cinema and took myself to see Mary Poppins returns and had a burger for dinner.

That afternoon I had posted some keys back to a person who I was planning on cutting out of my life, that felt good but still didn’t feel enough.

On the way to the cinema, I wrote because it was all sat under the surface and it all came tumbling out into words and I felt so much better for it, like I said in the previous post, I needed to vomit it out and purge myself from all this shit I was holding in.

I don’t know why I stop doing the things I know that help me to feel better. Some of it I suppose is self sabotage and partly being disconnected and disassociated from myself. If I’m not connected to myself it makes it harder to know what I need.

After the film, I went onto every social media I am on and blocked 2 people from everything, I even blocked them so they can no longer text or call me. I did it without explanation, as I felt no need to explain my actions to people who are committed to misunderstanding me. It felt like such a huge relief and also a bit scary too, but definitely more of a relief then anything else.

I’ve wanted to cut these two people out for while now but because I am so lonely and isolated, I’ve just been holding on to these toxic people for longer then I should have, due to fear of being lonely… which in itself is ironic as I was lonely anyway, so this won’t make any difference.

It’s always scary cutting people out of your life but I’m hoping if I keep letting go of all the bad/toxic things in my life then I will start attracting more positive things into my life.

It can only get better now right?! I have to be strong and resit the urge to contact these people and explain myself and or apologise. Neither deserve and explanation or an apology and I don’t need to explain my actions to anyone. As long as my heart is right that’s all that matters.

For too long I’ve held onto friendships/relationships that are toxic for fear of being alone but I end up feeling and being alone anyway, so I’m not sure why I held on for so long. I refuse to do it anymore, I refuse to be used, I refuse to be put down, I refuse to be dragged into pointless drama, I refuse to be dragged down. I am worth so much more, I deserve to be treated so much better, I need to find my peace and feel content.

I’ve done a lot of purging this week, I went through everything in my flat and I have so much I want to sell. There’s so much shit I’ve collected over the past 11 years and now it all just feels too much and I want it all gone.

A lot of it holds bad memories, bad energies and just no longer serves me. There was a time I collected Lego, putting Lego together helped me to relax, unwind and be in the moment and at that time it had a purpose and worked for me, but I haven’t played with my Lego for about a year. It was just all sitting around and it just looked cluttered. That’s one example and it feels great to start getting rid of stuff and at least having a lot of it out of sight.

I’m changing as a person and its not always comfortable or easy, most of the time its really uncomfortable and fucking hard but at the same time it feels great and it feels right, which is how I know I’m on the right path.

I’m anxious to do a carboot sale to get rid of everything, I have a couple of people that may help, I feel a bit restless as I want it all out of my flat like right now, so I can feel that release. But I have to try and be patient.

Anyway I’m rambling on a bit now, as I am exhausted. I have been all day, not sure why.

That’s all for now,

Peace out

Zak

lonely

😥 Mood is very very low. But I’ll try write…

I got to bed at midnight, watched tv and played on my tab, I don’t remember how long for. Was feeling very low and lonely….cried myself to sleep.

Woke up at 10 am with a pounding headache and puffy eyes :/ Had breakfast, got showered and got dressed. Took painkillers. Took pups out for a wee and dropped them home.

Left the flat, had a look in a few shops. Got myself some clever putty to play with in group.

Got the bus to group. Group itself was ok…was hard to be there. But felt I needed to go. Chatted to M about stuff afterwards and ended crying lots…found it hard to stop. Even after we stopped talking and I left, I struggled to hold it back together.

We talked about everything and the main thing I’ve been struggling with is loneliness. I’ve seen one friend in 3 weeks, no one has bothered to contact me unless I’ve initiated it…as always. Yeah I saw my family a bit. But in 3 weeks that isn’t good enough. It’s ok when I’m well enough to go out and do things, help friends or whatever, but when I’m ill and struggling…no one bothers with me, even if I reach out. I’m just so alone. It makes me feel like no one loves me, no one actually cares, no one wants to be around me..I’m just a horrible person clearly 😥 No one wants me. I give up. If I didn’t go to my groups I’d go weeks without seeing one single person. No one understands how lonely I am, how depressed I get being ill and in pain all the time. Yes I cope and get on with things but only because I have too. I have no choice but to carry on and be happy and make the best of things. But when it comes to the crunch..I have no one…I feel like well just so alone, isolated.

M is going to talk to me after group next week, so that will be nice.

I had a little look in town before I got the bus home. Bought myself new Batman top I saw. Made me feel a little better.

Got home to my happy puppies. We had cuddles and I took them out for a wee and run. Dropped them back and went to Asda, I wanted to get some smoked haddock to go with my chips.

Chilled out a bit had dinner. Been watching tv. Chatting to my new friend J I met at group Mon. He’s still coming over tomorrow, can’t wait.

Nearly 10 pm now. Going to get to bed after I’ve posted. My head hurts so bad. My eyes are so sore and puffy 😦 keep crying on and off…feels like it won’t stop.

So looking forward to tomorrow.

Batman