::: Cw suicide
I’ve known since I was 14 I was trans, ended up just having to suffer till I was 20, finally started estrogen, but ever since than it’s just be disgust and disappointment, I realize my body is just gross and repulsive regardless, like my genetics are just cursed. On top of that I have to same usual dead end job, I’m consider the goofy, unattractive person in every single group. I hate it. Outside of people who feel bad for me everyone avoids me cause I’m socially awkward. On top of not even being able to afford my bills I’ve never had an actual relationship. I’m an ugly degenerate loser by every single metric. I think at 23 my best bet is to pull out my credit card, do some research into a common pistol and its uses, walk into an academy, an tell them which gun I want and for common use etc, than go that parking lot I picked outside of town and pull the trigger. I picked it specifically cause it’s empty, no one but first responders will find me. I just feel so horrible but I’ve been in pain so long I honestly feel :::
Not really. There are a lot of variables, and it’s not as cut and dry as many people think.
Bullet ballistics are complicated. A bullet’s size, weight, speed, shape, and composition are all factors, as are barrel length, rifling twist ratio, gas pressure, and probably a bunch of other stuff I’m forgetting.
And then, shot placement is another huge factor in lethality. A small bullet in the “right” place can kill, a big bullet in the “wrong” place can leave you alive.
Then you add to that the funny dichotomy of the human body being both really fragile and extremely resilient at the same time, and you get people surviving all sorts of things that for all intents and purposes should have killed them.
Look… I can’t say that I know what you’re going through, because there’s no way that I really can - your experiences are your own.
But I can tell you this - I know about the darkness and hopelessness. I’ve been led to it by my own experiences, and have been consumed by it to the point I thought suicide was the only means of escape.
But I was wrong. There were other ways out, and I did escape. And you can, too. If you want to.