dysphoria, inner monologue
What do you do when you'll never look how you are on the inside?
What do you do when the dissonance keeps pushing you to forget, and to not feel it like I would feel if it were tangible.
What do you do when you look at your body and realize
that you will die like this
and there's nothing you can do.
Do I even know how to let go?
do I even know how to not be so human..?
How long have I waded in poison for me
and how much longer do I have to?
dysphoria, inner monologue
@Oneironott I can't speak for anybody else, but... I do my best to distract myself from the reality of my body, save for those rare surprising moments, few and far between, that I catch a glimpse of some part of myself I can like. A shadow on pavement, a limb in a mirror. An eye reflected in glass. The complexity of a muscle in my forearm, turned just so.
Perhaps the sum of my parts can someday outweigh the loathing I have for my mass as a whole.
Someday.
dysphoria, inner monologue
@Oneironott *the hugs and, also, the pets*