Depression. It's a silent killer.

I suffer from bipolar depression. Nothing specific has to trigger and episode, it as it can come out of nowhere.

A couple of years ago, my therapist encouraged me to masturbate (i hadn't had sex in over two decades). I felt guilt/shame when i masturbated due to my upbringing, but she disabused me of that notion. So i started masturbating, which led to shaving, which led to wearing panties, which led to having sissy fantasies. If someone would have said i'd be having sissy fantasies, i would have laughed.

I worked so hard at being a masculine man my whole life, but failed, which didn't do much for my self-image, or depression. I have a slight build, not much body hair, an extremely small penis, not much muscle mass, I'm non-confrontational and submissive, etc. On a side note, i hadn't had any sex in over two decades.

I told my therapist about the fantasies, as well as wearing panties. She was very supportive and encouraging. Over time I found i felt no guilt, shame, or embarrassment over my sissy fantasies. In fact, i began to embrace them. I now wear panties all the time, and occasionally a bra. I also have a garter belt and thigh high stockings. I have a realistic dildo i like to suck when i masturbate.

Yes, i'm in the closet, but i love my sissy fantasies, and they are kinda like a safe space for me. I feel warm and fuzzy when i am in sissy mode.

So, it may seem odd, but being a sissy (even if in the closet), has helped with my depression. 👙

ps: just to clarify, i believe sissies should be treated with kindness and respect. I'm not into the BDSM thing.
 
I suffer from bipolar depression. Nothing specific has to trigger and episode, it as it can come out of nowhere.

A couple of years ago, my therapist encouraged me to masturbate (i hadn't had sex in over two decades). I felt guilt/shame when i masturbated due to my upbringing, but she disabused me of that notion. So i started masturbating, which led to shaving, which led to wearing panties, which led to having sissy fantasies. If someone would have said i'd be having sissy fantasies, i would have laughed.

I worked so hard at being a masculine man my whole life, but failed, which didn't do much for my self-image, or depression. I have a slight build, not much body hair, an extremely small penis, not much muscle mass, I'm non-confrontational and submissive, etc. On a side note, i hadn't had any sex in over two decades.

I told my therapist about the fantasies, as well as wearing panties. She was very supportive and encouraging. Over time I found i felt no guilt, shame, or embarrassment over my sissy fantasies. In fact, i began to embrace them. I now wear panties all the time, and occasionally a bra. I also have a garter belt and thigh high stockings. I have a realistic dildo i like to suck when i masturbate.

Yes, i'm in the closet, but i love my sissy fantasies, and they are kinda like a safe space for me. I feel warm and fuzzy when i am in sissy mode.

So, it may seem odd, but being a sissy (even if in the closet), has helped with my depression. 👙

ps: just to clarify, i believe sissies should be treated with kindness and respect. I'm not into the BDSM thing.
I’m glad to hear that you have found a way to get the relief you need. Even in the closet acceptance of yourself is huge.
As a side note. Not all BDSM is whips, chains and degradation. There are soft places and you make it what you want it to be.
 
Morning. I have to leave the fort today and go into the world and people. Wish me luck because I’ve been feeling reclusive lately.
Be safe out there.
Love you.
 
Thoughts crowding my mind. Been a rough go recently. Family, career, etc. Have hit a major depressive state. What I don't understand is as my depression deepens, my state of arousal grows along with my risky sexual behavior.

It worries me, yet I have a tough time controlling it. When the depression lifts, those two things return to a more normal state.
 
Yesterday’s excursion was a success. All the errands were completed and I had a feeling of accomplishment. A good day for the books.
I hope you’re having as good a day as you can.
Be safe out there.
Love you.
 
It's been a little while. Sorry for sporadic appearances, but I've been busy with life, work, writing, etc.

I'm doing well, though I had a scare a few weeks ago. I was called into the office at work. They have really been hammering down on our daily quotas, and I was one of the people not quite getting there. Thanks to having surgery to repair two hernias at the same time, my legs don't quite move the way they used to.

Anyway, I was given two weeks to "get my numbers up, or I was gone". At first, I was frightened at the thought of losing my job. After all, I did what I thought at the time was my best. The next day, however, that fear turned into anger; how DARE they question my work ethic!! So, though it greatly exhausted me every day, I pushed myself beyond my physical limit and shattered their demands! Now, not only do I meet their quota or at least come very close every day, I sometimes blaze beyond it and outperform many of my colleagues!!

To be honest, pushing myself that hard began to feel great after the first week. Getting my heart pumping, my legs moving, my arms flexing, all of it made me feel more alive than I have in years!
 
It's been a little while. Sorry for sporadic appearances, but I've been busy with life, work, writing, etc.

I'm doing well, though I had a scare a few weeks ago. I was called into the office at work. They have really been hammering down on our daily quotas, and I was one of the people not quite getting there. Thanks to having surgery to repair two hernias at the same time, my legs don't quite move the way they used to.

Anyway, I was given two weeks to "get my numbers up, or I was gone". At first, I was frightened at the thought of losing my job. After all, I did what I thought at the time was my best. The next day, however, that fear turned into anger; how DARE they question my work ethic!! So, though it greatly exhausted me every day, I pushed myself beyond my physical limit and shattered their demands! Now, not only do I meet their quota or at least come very close every day, I sometimes blaze beyond it and outperform many of my colleagues!!

To be honest, pushing myself that hard began to feel great after the first week. Getting my heart pumping, my legs moving, my arms flexing, all of it made me feel more alive than I have in years!
Morning Bass. Always good to hear from you no matter how often. Real life is the priority, Lit comes in where it can.
I’m glad you’re enjoying the challenge as long as you’re doing it for yourself. Love.
 
Well the day’s plans have gone to shit before I even started. Everyone is sick or in pain and now it’s raining. Ugh. None of these things I can control so I’m letting it go. The day will be what it will be.
Be safe out there.
Love you.
 
Morning. Follow the relief and don’t let the day bring you down.
I woke up to an A-fib issue that put a stopper on my plans for the day. Ugh. It’s under control now but the meds make me really tired.
I hope you have the best day you can.
Be safe out there.
Love you.
 
Morning. Follow the relief and don’t let the day bring you down.
Don't let it bring you down too!

I woke up to an A-fib issue that put a stopper on my plans for the day. Ugh. It’s under control now but the meds make me really tired.
I hope you have the best day you can.
Be safe out there.
Love you.
You be well too. 🙌🏻
 
It’s under control now but the meds make me really tired.
i'm sorry to hear that. I deal with fatigue issues as well, which doesn't help the depression. Sometimes running a few errands can feel like climbing Mt Everest...without oxygen.

I hope you feel better. 💗
 
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