I'm going to whine here a bit if that's okay.
A few weeks ago everything seemed to be going really great for me. I was happier and had more hope for my future than I ever have before. For the first time in my life I loved waking up as me, or at least didn't hate it. I didn't go to bed every night hoping to not wake up. I was loving what I saw in the mirror, and the better I felt the better things went. Even to the point of being (?)gendered for the first time in December, which totally made my day/week/month/year/life.
Then I got really stressed out for a few weeks, still kind of am though it's not at the ridiculous levels it was for a while. It's more of a slow burn now. But whenever I get stressed I noticed my dysphoria increases, and the longer I stay stressed the worse it gets. And the worse I feel the less cheerful and open I am in my interactions with others, and I end up adopting many of the old defense mechanisms I used to keep myself isolated. And I hate being isolated now, even if it is "safer" from a "others can't hurt me if there are no others around" standpoint.
I can't stand seeing myself in the mirror or any other reflective surface at this point. I hate my body, I hate myself. I feel like things got as good as they're going to get and I'm going to be stuck in a body I hate, being a person I hate for the rest of my life. Like even though I'm on HRT I'll never escape that angry, despairing guy I once was. That I'm fated to be that person, that some things just can't be changed no matter how much we wish otherwise.
I try to convince myself it's just a rough time and things are getting better over time, that it's a gradual process. A marathon, not a sprint. But while I get that, I can't help but feel I started the race too late, or from too far away from the finish line or something. I don't know this metaphor's getting pretty stretched at this point.
I get that it's a sort of negative reinforcement cycle or whatever, and I've been fighting against it as hard as I can but...I've been fighting it for a minute now, and it gets worse every day.
Anyways...thanks for being here for me to vent, Susan's. I'd donate if I could.