I am having a distinct "what the fuck am I doing?" moment.

So, a month ago a signed up for a weekend-long martial arts training and sparring event. That would be my first such event since coming out. When I signed up I was finally feeling very secure and completely in state to handle all the surrounding BS like changing rooms, toilets, interactions and introductions to some notable people in the sport, not to mention the actual "contact" aspect of contact sports.


Since shit went down with my partner last Saturday, I've been in a tailspin. Two nights of no sleep and wanting to end it, followed by several days of divorce talk, and it hit me last night that the only reason why I'm still functioning is because I'm dissociating as if my life depends on it (come to think of it, it probably kinda does). I am completely checked out of my body, of my feelings, of my thoughts, of my entire existence. My being is somewhere else, outside my life.

And I woke up this morning completely terrified of the weekend. Of having to do people, to perform in a gender (whether my real one or girl-modeing it), of having to have the presence of mind for the workshops. Not to mention of having the presence of mind and the ability to react during sparring.

I'm terrified. What the everloving fuck am I going to do tomorrow?