So many years I convinced myself that I didn’t have it bad enough to transition. I wasn’t constantly depressed, only sometimes. Dysphoria didn’t affect me daily, just weekly…
Never mind the fact that any time I embraced who I was it made me so happy, or that being seen by others the way I wanted felt more real than any other recognition I’d received before. No, I didn’t suffer enough, so I didn’t deserve to rock the boat with my happiness.
Folks, as cliche as it is, we aren’t here forever. Life is too short to waste it lying to yourself and everyone around you.
I suffer from the complete opposite problem, im so depressed and dysphoric that it seems impossible that life could ever get better. Yet somehow I constantly question if its just my depression and if I actually suffer from dysphoria at all.