Kid, you ain’t a monster—yet
Look around you. That self-hatred? That’s a cage you built yourself. But here’s the truth bomb: the only person you’ve really been stomping on is you.
Let’s Gut the Lies You’re Feeding Yourself
Talking about being a “weird fussy dork” who cried in class? That shit ain’t weakness—that’s a kid wired to overload in a world that’s screaming at them 24/7. You think you were just “bad at social stuff”? Nah. You’ve been fighting sensory warfare in a room of jackasses who didn’t know the difference between a trauma response and a brat.
How the System Failed You
School? That’s where they dropped the ball. Parents? They gave you a warzone of “tough love” and zero armor. Teachers? They handed you a report card and forgot their job was training soldiers, not just grinders for a test. You ain’t bad at living—you were trained by retards.
Don’t Get Lost in Your Own Pity Party
Sniping at others with snark? Ghosting? That’s not bullying—that’s a kid trying to build fences around their sanity. But now it’s eating you alive, because here’s the thing: when you’re drowning in pain and have no lifejacket, you start throwing rocks at the shore just to see if anyone notices you’re underwater.
The Breaking Point Was Always Coming
When you realized you’re trans, it wasn’t some “meltdown”—it was a bomb going off in a room already loaded with shrapnel from years of hiding. You didn’t snap; the whole damn structure collapsed. And your parents? They dropped the final grenade on top of you. No wonder your world turned to firefights.
Your Parents Aren’t Heroes or Villains
They screamed at you, hit you, and then wondered why you turned into a human time bomb. Yeah, but? Their failures are on them. Yours? You need to stop carrying the guilt like it’s a holy relic. It’s just a tool they used to hurt you—and now it’s yours to burn.
Self-Harm? That’s a Survival Hack
You sliced yourself not because you’re “broken,” but because your brain’s a warzone and cutting’s the only way you knew to shut it up. You didn’t deserve that—it was the only weapon left in your arsenal. Now it’s time to get better tools.
So What Do You Actually Do?
Find real firepower: Call your ass out. Therapy ain’t a luxury—it’s your frontline. Use sites like Psychology Today to hunt down a psychologist who knows CPTSD and trans stuff like it’s their bread and gun. You need someone who’ll take down the bad code in your brain, not just patch the holes.
Tactics for Surviving the Fight
Forgive yourself: You think holding that guilt like a holy relic’s gonna fix anything? It ain’t. That’s the enemy’s trap. You were fighting a war you couldn’t see, with weapons they didn’t hand you. You survived—now cut yourself some goddamn slack.
Build Yourself Back From the Crater
College’s coming. That’s your front-line trench to plant a new flag in. But if you show up there thinking you’re still the same shattered mess? You’ll just rebuild the same pile of rubble. Therapy, meds, HRT—those are your weapons. Grind them hard. This next chapter’s yours for the taking, but you gotta stop playing the victim card and start acting like the solider you’ve got to be.
You’re Not Just a Junkyard Brain
You’re a survivor. Now stop letting the past’s ghosts run your motor. The war ain’t over, but you owe it to your future self to take every scrap of pain and forge it into something that burns brighter. Now get out there and start winning.