I am now 13 days into hormone therapy. Estrogen and spironolactone coursing through my veins.
I wish I was happier about it, but I've been so trapped in my own head thinking about other things that I'm not letting myself enjoy the highs and work through the lows, although the current low is hard to ignore - a massive headache that's going on its forth day.
I wish I could let the muffled voice in my head shout as loud as it's trying to, and let the happiness that's inside there show.
Spoiler: I can't let myself be happy. It's apparently not my style.
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