I’ve spent the last 6 months saving whatever I can for srs. Sometimes it feels like I can’t interact with society. No 3rd places, no nice clothes, everything costs money.
I’m not even sure if the results will be satisfactory for me, reading about results online I’m doubting it. Plus I’ll just be a clocky girl at best. If I even manage to get it.
Dunno I guess I started questioning the process recently. I don’t go out anymore and now I’m cutting regularly. I’m strongly considering if taking pills I have stored and just falling asleep would be easier. Respiratory depression, blackout, and I get to rest forever instead working and rotting in my room.
You’re probably right, it’s just hard to find a healthy in-between. Whenever I spend money I can’t help but think of how much that sets me back from the surgery. I’m obsessed with it ngl it’s like the only thing I believe might help me at this point.