I can’t be around here right now. Everything is setting of severe dysphoria and depression. I’ve had to completely disconnect from any talk about gender, sex, or relationships as it torpedoes my mental state immediately. I’ve even been avoiding my friends and “family.” Family being my mother and sister, who are now on the verge of being tossed out of my fucking life. It’s like everyone lacks empathy. No one understands the sheer immensity of the pain and suffering I’m going through right now. “Just cheer up. Smile and you’ll be fine. That’s no reason to be so upset.” Thanks mom. Go fuck yourself. You’ve not exactly been the most helpful during my transition these last few years. The shadow of my ex continues to hang over me and I’ve destroyed some things in my house that remind me of him. I’ve been extremely not well if that’s not clear. I even skipped out on making the topic this week cause I just can’t. I’m glad I value my life so highly otherwise I might not be here right now. It’s crossed my mind on more than one occasion recently, too. Even my therapist isn’t fucking helping me. Ugh.

I just wish I was born a woman. I feel like a horrible facsimile. Like someone was given a doll and parts and told to do their best. This vagina. These breasts. They all feel horrendously fake. I feel like someone took a hobby knife to a Ken doll and just did what they could. I can’t stand it. I just want to feel me. I wish I could’ve grown up properly. I wish I could have a uterus. I wish I could have children to raise and watch grow up and give a good life to. I wish I could’ve had all those experiences in life that cis-women just take for granted. I can’t take this. I just can’t.