Hey, dude. I know how you feel. And I'm not the only one. Trust me. I have chronic depression, like many, despairing dysphoria, like many, and anxiety crisis mixed with anguish feelings that make my heart feel as heavy as a rock... Like many. I feel it every single day, every single second of every hour. At every moment, my chest feels so compressed I can hardly find the strength to breath. I just cry and scream. I haven't started T yet. But I have hope that once I do start T, things will get better. A least a little better. I dropped out of high-school when I was 15 and it took me 4 years to graduate. I thought I was never, ever going to be able to do it, simply because I thought I did not have the necessary mental strength nor the patience to ever do it. I thought I was going to be stuck forever. And I did it. I made it. And during those 4-5 years, I had to see all of my friends graduate, move out to college and experience life, while I was being held hostage to a condition that was destroying me bit to bit. I know it's hard. I know being trans hurts. I know life is not fair to us. And it is not! We have to deal with an everyday weight of not belonging to ourselves. And that is heavy as ->-bleeped-<-! But there is a reason why we make it! There is a reason! Many times I have thought about killing myself for the same reason as you! I thought that by killing myself, I was finally going to be able to reincarnate into another body - the right body. And that would give me a lot of hope. I'm not going to lie, it still does give me hope because occasionally I still think about ending my life. This is going to sound silly, but - sometimes I look at the sky and I am filled out by something extremely powerful. It's what gives the strength to carry on. There's something out there that makes this world turns and that confers justice to the wronged. Believe me. Things will get better.
All the love, all the love to you, friend. Stay strong.