

I could write a lot about this but I’m going to keep it on the short side.
When my dysphoria was at the worst every day felt more and more hopeless. I woke up wishing I could go back to sleep which was the only time I had some happiness. Living felt like trudging through thick disgusting sludge and as time went on the sludge got thicker. I think I would have succumbed to it if I didn’t get HRT when I did.
I also sometimes also have this vision where my deadname has wings and a horde of them is swarming me like ravenous monstrous bats while I’m standing there trying to shield myself and swat them away. Often times when I think of dysphoria, that and the sludge is what comes to mind.
The article says they are making a plug-in.