OK, so my dysphoria has been getting rough over the last few months. Mornings, in particular have been bad. When I have to change into my guy clothes, it hits me hard - like, breaking down crying hard - and then I feel depressed and miserable for the rest of the the day.
But, the other week, just as I was about to lose it, one of my cats decided to come over for a quick cuddle, which seemed to pull me out of it. Since then, whenever those feelings start to hit me, I pet a cat. So far, it seems to be working.
I think I found the cheat code. 😆