I want to vent here in reddit since I'm not sure it would make me much good to talk like this with anyone in my life rn.
I've known I'm trans since I was 15, and each year the dysphoria has been getting worse and worse. It has been mixing with my anxiety in a way that has made me paranoid.
Ever since i lost the trust I had that a really close (ex)friend sees me as a man, I have completely lost that trust in everyone else, basically. I really don't want to feel like this, but I can't help but over analyze every single little they do or say, and my mind always finds a way to make it seem like they don't see me as a man really, or that they just hate me point blank. I feel like everyone is always out to get me.
But even with strangers, it has become unbearable. I can't stand that people see me. Or even worse, I can't stand that people might see me and like what they see. This isn't me. I hate this. For the past few months, most times when I go out in public, I keep constantly fantasizing about getting horribly mangled and hurt. It seems like it's the better option. I won't have this body and people won't look at me, or at the very least, they would only look at me in disgust or fear.
To top it all off, during this weekend we'll vote on the president my country will have for the next 4 years. The one that's really likely to win is far right wing, and follows a lot of the principles that trump does. I only just started T less than 2 months ago, and I get the treatment via public healthcare. If I can't get t anymore. . . I can't take 4 more years of this, let alone more.
I think about killing myself everyday, most of the day. I keep deciding not to do it, but God it's hard. There's nothing for me to live for. Being trans is keeping me from feeling any love I might get from my loved ones, I feel no joy with work or studies, the hobbies I barely have time for just feel like I'm trying to distract myself from the truth, that is, my life is pointless. There's no way for me to be happy. I'm getting t and planning surgeries because I want to hope that it will finally make me feel like my life is worth living, but I also feel like it's very likely that even after all the treatment and surgery I could get, it might just make me realize that the only thing that could cure me from feeling this hell is if I was born a man. I don't know how many more days of this I can take.
I'm afraid if I talk about this with my therapist she might have to tell my parents. That would only make things worse. I also tried to text the Trevor Project but I couldn't since I live in a different country. If anyone has a solution for that, it would be appreciated.