My life feels like a hopeless waste. Transition feels like a mistake. In return for less disassociation I’m more depressed, more self-conscious, more anxious, often too scared to leave the house, just deciding what to wear can break me, mirrors are more upsetting than before. I feel like shit, I look like shit, and I’m tired of fighting against it.
I should have listened to the voice that told me I was too bald to do this.
