The lack of interest is making me start to question if I’m just aro. Like I adore the idea of dating, and I engage with romance books and even reader fics, but those are all fictional characters. I’ve never looked at a real person who I could see myself spending my life with. I know aro is almost like a spectrum too as there’s varying degrees to it, but I worry that if I were to see myself as aro then I’d feel like a fraud if I ever did find love 😭
This but then I’m also a trans man who doesn’t really pass who is into women so my Hinge is full of straight women who do not want me because I’m a trans man and my real life is full of people who don’t fully understand me bc of my neurodivergence. Anyway finding love or not isn’t the end of the world and that’s what I’ll keep telling myself
second step is to let go of every negative belief about yourself, every day is a new day. you would not believe the transformation i had in the past year. i was SEVERELY depressed, i couldnt get out of bed, i got bed sores and my muscles atrophied, and now i have genuine moments where im so overwhelmed with gratitude for the world and for my second chance at life. it is ALWAYS possible i promise. the first step is letting yourswlf believe that. trust
and nothing changed in my life except what i believed. in fact id say i have more to be upset about now than back then, it just doesnt bring me down as much as it used to. a big part of it was maybe my frontal lobe developing as i got older, but mainly just the way i let myself think about things. its a long process but just start with being nicer to yourself. i promise it goes a LONG way
I FEEL THIS AND SECOND THIS SO HEAVY. and honestly, again, i can feel their pain in my bones. i absolutely DO get it. i genuinely didn’t think id be here long enough to write this post. when you’ve been stuck on that loop for so long and nobody taught you differently, it does feel impossible to get out of it. but there is nothing anyone can say that will ever convince me that their human soul isn’t worthy of being loved. i deeply understand what this person is going through.
If I may add on. Sometimes, being nice to yourself is hard. But it’s easy to be sarcastically mean to yourself. Like if you trip saying “wow I’m so graceful” instead of “I’m so clumsy” cause your subconscious doesn’t get sarcasm, and over time you’ll actually start believing good things abt yourself. Fun brain hack :)
yesss the sarcastic meanness was my first step too!!! and every time i caught myself thinking/saying smth negative about myself i made myself to “reps” of positive things the opposite to cancel it out. so if i said i hate my life, id have to say i LOVE my life 10 times, even if i didnt mean it yet
i get it, theres a sort of comfort in talking like that. makes you almost romanticize the pain. but wether you’d like to admit it or not, theres a reason you woke up this morning. youre not hopeless, youre not unloved. part of you has hope, part of you loves yourself deep deep down. its choosing the path if comfort rn but if you feed that part of you instead of the one who wants to be sick, you’d be surprised how good youre capable of feeling
The reason I woke up this morning is because my health problems haven’t progressed enough to end my suffering. If you knew my situation, you would understand that I *am* very much indeed as hopeless and unloved as I say I am. I’ve been in therapy since 2012 & made almost every therapist I’ve ever had cry with my story. I’ve been on so many medications that I’ve exhausted the categories SSRIs, SNRIs, Tricyclics, Atypicals, *and* Serotonin Modulators. I am a lost cause in every imaginable way.
i hear a lot of suffering. i hear a lot of frustration at something you didn’t choose to endure. i hear someone who’s been in the hands of a lot of unfairness and someone who’s somehow survived through things no human was meant to endure, especially not alone. you didn’t ask to feel like this. i know you can’t just snap your fingers and change some thoughts and make it better. but just look at how much beauty one response from you sparked in a whole group of people, dear.