Can we talk about how, for some nonbinary people (and binary trans people too I think), there is no satisfying conclusion, there is no way of medically transitioning that will make us feel more like ourselves, makes us pass in the way we want to, or gets rid of dysphoria. Some of us are stuck, some of us don’t know what we want. Being forced to get misgendered in ways we don’t want to get misgendered in no matter what we try. Those of us who have to make peace with our bodies and how people gender us because we cannot change any of it.
to be perfectly honest. i don’t care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be
There’s something that’s much worse than being lonely, it is the feeling of being disconnected, as though you’re just some piece of thread that’s hanging on nothing while there are a zillion things that’s taking place around you. You don’t see the point of all of it nor does anything makes any sense at all. An absolute feeling of disconnectedness, even from oneself…
It fills me with such pride and joy to announce that my version of Speak Now will be out July 7 (just in time for July 9th, iykyk 😆) I first made Speak Now, completely self-written, between the ages of 18 and 20. The songs that came from this time in my life were marked by their brutal honesty, unfiltered diaristic confessions and wild wistfulness. I love this album because it tells a tale of growing up, flailing, flying and crashing… and living to speak about it. With six extra songs I’ve sprung loose from the vault, I absolutely cannot wait to celebrate Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) with you on July 7th. Pre-order now at http://taylor.lnk.to/SpeakNowTaylorsVersion 💜💜💜
I don’t hear anyone talking about this. But attempting to take your own life is traumatic.
The moments before the attempt are the most heartbreaking. The planning of it. Writing the suicide notes. You imagine all the pain will stop, but you wake up in the morning in your bed/floor/hospital bed/after a coma. Still alive. The ambulance rides. Your friends/family yelling/crying/asking questions. Trying to find the words to doctors why you did it. All you wanted was for it all to stop, but it was the most heartbreaking, painful both mentally and physically, draining thing you went through. Maybe you woke up with regret, maybe with relief.
But after you get back out in the real world, you have to act like nothing happened. You have to keep living surviving after something so traumatic. You still think about that event over and over. What would it be like if it worked? Why didn’t it work? The way you did it, triggers you every time you see that thing/place. You get flashbacks. Ambulances make you re-remember everything all over again.
If you’ve survived, I’m proud you’re still here. You’re a survivor. Life might not look like it’s worth it sometimes, but your future holds something amazing for you, I promise it does get better. Little by little. Don’t give up just yet.
