For me, I try to focus on the comparison. I am infinitely better off now than I was a couple years ago in basically every possible way. Yes, I still struggle sometimes with my body and my life, but so what? So does everyone.
I'm not half-dead anymore. I'm actually a complete person. That's the main thing.
I think some of the people who end up miserable afterwards... their expectations are just too high. This doesn't fix everything. This fixes ONE thing. That's it. The rest is up to you.
I dunno. Sometimes the trans community scares me. I see a lot of really damaged, really broken people lying to themselves super, super hard. Maybe that's the best option for them. But I'd rather hurt than play pretend. At least the hurt is honest. At least acknowledging the hurt gives me a chance to get past that, to move on with my life in a way that is... functional.
Life is not unicorns puking rainbows. It just isn't. For anyone. Sorry. And the idea of losing my grip on reality scares me more than anything.
Reading that story... I think if you only feed the one wolf. Either one. You'll lose your mind, or at least your way. I want balance. Like maybe, honestly, your life really sucks right now, and you are really miserable about your body, and maybe you need some space to just bleed a bit. And that's okay. This dream of being happy all the time. I think that's kind of sick.
I don't want to be happy all the time. I want to be happy when I'm happy, and miserable when I'm miserable. And overall I just want to be okay.