There are times that every molecule of my body screams for the Light that I know is waiting on the other side. It is worse than the dysphoria, and for many years they sang together in harmony.
The dysphoria is mostly gone (except for a slight male detail). Now it's just the Darkness, and the Peace it promises.
But I'm too fucking stubborn. I have things that NEED to be done before I go.
And so I keep going.