This past week has been a near-constant struggle with staving off my own abject misery.

I returned from a trip at the start of the year feeling like I could take over the world, but got completely emotionally upended as soon as I got home last Sunday. Even after an entire week spent trying to recover, I've been feeling as motivated as when I was still depressed last year. It's been a lot to deal with, and I haven't been coping well.

This weekend was especially awful. Even though I had some time to myself that I hoped to put to use in getting back into the swing of things, I was absolutely not okay, and I wasn't making it easier on myself either. I resolved to at least write a journal post about what had been going on with me if I didn't manage to pull anything off by tonight, but an idea came to mind sometime in the afternoon and it stuck around long enough for me to get over the initial phase of intimidation.

This is both an explanation of why I think I've been spared the worst of my gender dysphoria over the years, and also a fairly accurate rendition of what I've been feeling like lately.

Being entirely honest? I'm really quite proud of how this one turned out. I actually drew all of the personal dysfunctions before I knew what each of them was going to be (with the exception of gender dysphoria) but they all just kinda made sense the way they ended up.

Next day edit: This now has a sequel.