I almost didn't see the end of year 7. Or 8, or 9. The end of each year is always a very tough time for me. My birthday is on the last day of November, and with it being so close to Christmas I can barely deal. Every single time I am smothered in gifts of dresses and makeup, which is extremely triggering. I know that this year is going to be even harder, as it is my 16th. Reason being, I am aspiring to be anti depressant free and on hrt, and it is likely to not happen. My life is looking pretty shit at the moment. I can't stand this shit. Why do I have to be a teenager?
Also, my sternum is absolutely killing me. I went for a 30 meter free climb and I fell a little, bruising it a little. So now my binder is even more painful then ever.
My favourite music artists? Jeydon Wale and Ryan Cassata. They remind me of who I am, and that I am valid.
Stay strong. Protect trans kids. And black kids. And gay kids.
