Progress? Progress!

[palominocorn]

The good news is that, when I forgot my meds the last few months, I would lie awake thinking "oh god my partner is going to leave me for some eighteen-year-old gender-conforming blond".

Which isn't fun in the slightest, but it certainly isn't as life-destroying as what I used to think about before antipsychotics and therapy, which was "oh god, I'm going to get deported to a country where I don't speak the language, where everyone thinks I ought to be beaten to death".