For those harsh moments of lucidity that break through the armor and pierce your heart.
For me, the cute moments of playful experimentation couldn’t quite penetrate my denial, but they did weaken it enough for the strong hits to make it through. I would quickly try to block and repair as best I could, but the structure was compromised and couldn’t hold like before. All these hits came from myself; from actually considering that I could be trans
or maybe you were never allowed to think about any of that ever because your parents were abusive and you just wanted to be left in peace and now it’s difficult to want anything except for life (aka the misery) to end? yeah me neither, no idea how that thought came to be
You can’t live without the suffering, but you can live without the emptiness and hopelessness. You can escape misery, even if there is still pain.