Since the last time I logged in here about 6 months ago, I've been at rehab, been homeless, getting into drugs again, started using opiates and injecting amphetamine, been almost 2 months at a psychiatric hospital, one of the times because of a suicide attempt, diagnosed with transsexualism, along with my other disorders, getting out of the closet as both bisexual and transexual, having "affairs" with the same gender, walking around in the city in skirts, heavily medicated, probably permanently lost my libido because of expermenting with hormones, lost my last close friends, I gave up on what could have been the love of my life because I thought I wouldn't make her happy in the long run, having my child taken away from his mum and the child protection saying I can only see him twice a year under observation. I've not lost my faith though, but I don't see much point in it like anything else in life, and like with life I don't think anymore that it can bring me any peace or joy in life. The only thing I cling on to (even if I realistically suspect I have no chance of getting there) is the thought of eternal life. So I often pray to God to take me away from here, hoping for a swift and painless death. And I even think about suicide as a way to get to heaven, after some Christians said that it was no sin to suicide. Hoping that someone will have something to say that make sense in all of this.