Turns out: after all the psychiatric evaluations, abuse & gaslighting from relatives & medical professionals, the destabilizing emotional breakdowns, the suicide attempts, the loss of almost every friendship...
All I needed was psychotherapy; someone to ~really listen to me.
If you're struggling right now, DON'T GIVE UP.
Things are never black and white.
It took 29 years of distress, many suicide attempts and finding a private not-for-profit organisation that offered psychotherapy at a reduced rate for me to properly start the process of healing.
My brother in law has designed this coat for TH and I'm so fucking proud of him.
New Cover Alert!! 🚨🚨 for @ELLE_nl in @TommyHilfiger shot by Pablo Delfos
I thought I needed friends to make me happy but all I really* need is a full time job and like 3-4 different types of therapy.
*not really.
Being isolated from people for years really sucks.
Having a job I hate sucks.
I am still not okay.
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My God. How is it that as women in 2019 we’re not safe...and as gay women, even less so. This is why accepting #LGBTQ equality is crucial. Expression of identity isn’t ‘entertainment’...it’s human. metro.co.uk/2019/06/07/gay-c…
Thank you @SimonAmstell for sharing your stories. Sorry I had emotions. I was just so moved. #whatisthis?
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