... and suddenly, for the first time in years, I can't bring myself to care. About anything.
I've been thinking about my gender since I was 18. I've been seriously bothered by questions about my gender identity since I was 20. I'm a week from 22 now, and a few months ago, things hit a peak. God only knows what was in the water; all I know is that I was genuinely feeling tormented by, well, just about everything: what I identified as, what changes I wanted, all my dysphoria, etc. I found surgeons, chose my name, and I took this first step of making a gender therapy appointment -- a smart move, I thought. Something to finally get the ball rolling.
Now I've got less than a half a day to my appointment, and all that momentum is just... completely gone. I feel caught in a world of "so what?" Who cares if I never come out? Who cares if I'm stuck in this body until the day I die? It all feels like so much effort, and I just can't bring myself to give a ->-bleeped-<-. Let the world think I'm cis. Maybe I am. Being trans is just above and beyond me today.
What the hell is going on? I can't tell if I'm free of this crap, or if my brain is just playing practical jokes. I'm gonna be honest, I suspect the latter, and that immediately after leaving the therapist, all those feelings I'll inevitably have downplayed will come rushing back. But who knows? Maybe this is a sign I don't need gender therapy after all.
Advice, please. I'm not so good at the feelings.