It's bad. Constantly living in both the past and present is exhausting and the loneliness at times is unbearable. Lately I've been trying to find some meaning to find a reason to continue. I honestly don't know how others do it. I'm trying to learn how to organize my parts so it's a little less chaotic in my head. The dissociation takes me away more often then not and it makes me sad knowing I'm missing out on my girl. I know from experience and it's sad. And feeds an entire parts dislike towards my T. My body has taken a toll and although my mind races physically I have nothing to give. I feel invisible and robotic knowing days are going by but little concept of how fast. And I have an upward battle to go...if I make it