My god, I am so stressed. Lillith has been having a good time, for the most part. A couple times a week, she has had breakdowns of varying degrees, from self hate to contemplating suicide. And I have seen it all.

     Helping her has had me uncover my own struggles. Buried under mental barriers of my own creation lies the demon long ignored, but not forgotten.

     I am happy to help though. Through all of the dysphoria, I have stuck. I became a trusted one in the group. People go ahead and trust with their lives. The stories I've heard. Teen angst, transphobic parents, harsh breakups, I've been through it all.

     I have no trouble handling this pressure, but the further I go into my own mind, the more frightened i get about what I'll see next.

     But, I live life as normal. Make friends, lose friends, watch people leave my life, and old ones reappear. And this is only the beginning.