Non ti chiedo miracoli o visioni, ma la forza di affrontare il quotidiano. Preservami dal timore di poter perdere qualcosa della vita. Non darmi ciò che desidero, ma ciò di cui ho bisogno. Insegnami l'arte dei piccoli passi.
Kind of annoying how, when I finally get to talk to a therapist, it’s at the gender clinic where I can’t show too many signs of mental problems if I don’t want to wait years before getting hrt.. It’s fine, I can play it casual like “yeah school sucked at first, but high-school was awesome and I made a lot of friends outside of school so it’s really whatever nothing too dramatic” without mentioning that school sucked because the other kids literally threw stones at me and I have serious vulnerability issues that usually keeps me from getting closer to people than Fun Banter™ because anything deeper than isn’t worth the extreme uncomfort of opening up about stuff