given that im pre-everything right now, my dysphoria is often enough and constant enough, to pretty much ruin my day, almost every day.
No really, my life has been on hold for about 30 years now, for one reason or another, and whatever meager things ive managed to accomplish in life so far, it is in full and violent spite of my dysphoric existence.
Im all but overtly at war with myself, between my seeing transition as a salvation of some sort, and deeply suspecting that i am condemned to a long life of poverty and male-ness, and that whatever asset-items i do get ahold of (tent, cargo bike, computer, whatever), will eventually be taken away, and circumstances will plot to make me kowtow to a society that i really don't look too kindly at, and which certainly doesn't look at all kindly at me, either.
it would please me to no end, to be proven wrong about many such things....To be able to find feminine redemption, and to see the world as a bright and good place, and be secure in life and in living.