the thought of stopping hrt now and watching my body deteriorate from testosterone for the next 30 years as i become a hairy hulking acne ridden balding man is literally panic inducing to me
dysphoria doesn’t always manifest itself in misery as a whole and as a burning wish, but also as a general everlasting apathy which slowly eats you up to the bone of your soul until you are ready to leave this world. there is a certain point, where you don’t want anything anymore
Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS) leaves me incredibly fatigued and bedridden most days.
I'm unable to draw as much as I want to, but I'm trying my hardest despite exhaustion.
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