Rileyrudberg
Jay knew, since he was a little child, that people leave. When Jay was six years old his father walked away. He said he was going to work, but he just walked away and never came back. When Jay was sixteen, his mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. There was no treatment for her, only suffering until she would pass. A few months after Jay turned seventeen, his mom died. He saw it, his mom was at home resting on the couch and, suddenly, she had a heart attack. Jay didn't know what he could do, he just stared. Jay decided to keep living with his mom's boyfriend from that point on. He wasn't perfect but he tried and Jay loved him for that. Jay still had a hard time with grief, he missed his mother with each passing day and didn't find the trust he had for his mother in someone else, after. All his emotions settled into depression; he found friends who smoked, started to mask his emotions and, when it became very hard, he started cutting himself.
Now nineteen, Jay feels stuck in a life that doesn't quite fit. He is a gay trans boy, who feels like he doesn't fit in his body. Transition is already taking five years, the wait list is so long and how older you are, how much faster it happens but for transitioning, Jay is quite young. Healing is even slower, he goes to therapists, as-well as a group with people who also go through something hard, at least once a week.