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Monday, December 9, 2019

hope

Its a very intimidating moment when your real life catches up on your mental status.



Its one thing when friends and family find out, they’re close. They might be mad, but it doesnt really have any consequences. Atleast for me it didnt. Although probably that is just my opinion, now looking back on it, 5 years later.

But when someone double your age comes up to you telling you that whatever you feel like your body is, your gender is, whoever you love, that it is okay and that everything will be alright, it gives me an abundance of hope. Someone who doesnt know you as a friend. He barely even knows your name, and still just wants to give you this message of peace and happiness.



My work colleague, an older guy, came up to me, asking me about my wig today and i mentioned in a side comment in the conversation we had about growing out my hair how I dont like how it makes me look female. And I suppose a lot of my previous behaviour with that and also the scars on my arm tell a very clear message of what my mental state is, without me actually mentioning it, so he tried to comfort me. Not even askin about me, I said that I go to therapy so that he shouldnt worry.

He said that he isnt worrying, he just wants to make sure that I feel comfortable and started telling about all his friends at the carnival an hours drive from here. How there are many who are Homosexual or dont feel right in their body and still they are loved.

How he himself had to go onto his journey for decades to find himself and be truly happy.



Its a very warm and comforting feeling to know that someone that already went through his journey is telling you that it is going to be allright. Not someone who is healthy, or still on their way, or on the way of giving up. Just a person, who had their journey, survived and lived to become happy.



Its the feeling that I hope that I give people when I talk to them about my journey.

Because I know what it feels like and how overwhelming it is. It always feels like its too much. But it is going to get better and someday, youll laugh at the challenges you faced today.



Everything is going to be okay.

past

The past catching up to you tastes like gray smoke, 
like ash, filling up my lungs once again when you decide to come into my life again. 


The past catching up to you tastes like red blood, 
metallic and so sweet, yet so forbidden. 


The past catching up to you tastes like clear wodka, 
burning away every feeling until I am numb. 


The past catching up to you tastes like cold coffee, 
brewed in the morning and untouched until late in the evening. 


The past catching up to you tastes so familiar, 

yet so wrong. 

colorless cloud

Don’t worry about me, I’m used to dealing with my shit, 
I say as i breathe deeply in. 
“Really?”, ask the shadows again. 
Death would be a fuckin relief. 


Dont worry about me, 
I say as a clutch my jaw, 
Dont worry about me, 
you believe as long as you dont see. 


How bad I sleep at night, 
horrible mares waking me up, 
drenched in Panic and sweat. 
Just to go back to bed. 


How bad I clench my jaw, 
every waking hour of the day, 
trying to keep that sweet smile up, 
while I myself keep giving up. 


How hopeless I am when I look at my life, 
how gray and useless, just sadness in excess. 
A small colorless cloud trying to fight, 
the oncoming storm that keeps out all light. 


It prepares for the fight to begin, 
tries to remember all the good old days when the rain sets in. 
Overwhelming wind and darkness rise, 
as the cloud meets its demise. 


Every day I fight, 
and yet everyday it seems I loose again. 
At trying to keep me from decayin. 


How many losses until I cant stand up anymore?