You will climb out of that dark hole honey.
Once, about a year ago, I was in the deepest abyss. I remember expending one weekend on bed, without standing up or eating, because I didn't have the strength to. Panic attacks and depression almost destroyed me and many times I found myself a step away from suicide. There was no help for me, no Endo to accept me, no Psychiatrist to refer me, no GP to send me somewhere, nothing. The only thing I could have were antidepressants and other medications to control anxiety. To top this, I'm a medicine student and this field is very demanding, and I had to pass my exams.
I was really in bad depression in those times. I had many major symptons, such as lack of sleep, concentration, lack of hunger, and in general it felt I was swimming in water, the air was thick and the world was gray. I can't possibly describe how rough it was for me when this crisis, which is the event that led me to transition, hit me. My family didn't understand me and I live alone, most of the time there was no one I could talk to or seek help. Absolutely no one, except of course, here, these forums.
Things got so bad for me, I could not bring myself to look at the mirror, so I put a towel at the mirror in my bathroom. I couldn't shower because facing my body was unbearable, and it took a great mental effort to do my personal hygiene. It was common for me to expend 2 hours gathering the strength to undress. My voice was so strange to me, I stopped talking.
Eventually I was given antidepressants as I mentioned, and they allowed me to gather a small amount of strenght which I used wisely to begin my transition. I trained my voice everyday, and even if I had a male appearance I began using it. It was never a matter of what anyone else was thinking, because talking with a male voice got so unbearable. I cleaned my face with laser as quickly as I could and then began HRT.
If before I was in the deepest darkness, now I had found a new meaning to life and realised there are unique and beautiful things in the botomless abyss. As my patients began referring to me with female pronouns, it was like a song to my ears and it gave me the hope I needed to go forward with this, and the certainty this was the right thing for me. I am not done with my transition or even with the second puberty that HRT has given to me, but I have newfound peace and even developed Faith in God.
It does get better.