Dysphoria is pretty strong today and it's such a sickeningly sweet feeling. An amalgam of longing, wrongness, rightness, disgust, and even some happiness from knowing that I am, without a doubt, a woman. Hating my body is better than feeling nothing and doubt creeping into my mind. That probably makes no sense.
After a few weeks of feeling either numb or muted emotionally I'm finally starting to feel normal again. That is, anxious, sad, and kind of hopeless. ðŸ«
Last night I dreamt that I didn't want to go back to boymoding so I came out to a few friends from high-school that I hadn't thought about in over a decade. They didn't care, it was no big deal, and my life/dream went on in other directions. Felt good.
The neighbor's tempo looks like a shrine to an icy madonna.
#FreezeRainI'm trying to process some things my wife said that were pretty hurtful, but I don't know whether it hurts because she was being unreasonable or I wish she felt differently. Seems like something better communication would resolve but I'm emotionally exhausted.
ugh how are women all so fucking beautiful christ
I may have taken my ADHD medicine a minute ago but I can't remember... maybe I need one of those pill calendar things after all.
Me, after my therapist gave me a homework assignment to go out in public fully en femme as Katie.
I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep because my brain was racing around thinking about every problem and fuck up in my life.
It paid off though, I finally understood what's wrong with me and figured out the steps I need to take to be happy and fulfilled. I thought maybe I should write down my revelations but didn't want to get out of bed. Surely I'd remember it.
It's morning and I can't remember anything lol.