im a trans man of color and i was adopted into a white family when i was a baby. i’ve struggled with chronic depression since i was a kid, and i always knew my family would cut me off when i came out. i finally bit the bullet a few years ago, and even though i knew it would happen exactly the way it did, it still destroyed me. i started therapy last year and have since learned i have cptsd. it’s freeing to know that so many of these things that i thought were just inherently wrong with me have a name, a cause, and that other people can relate. but at the same time, it feels like all the “progress” in my attempts to heal are too little too late. i feel cut off from every community and relationship i have. i’m trying so hard not to let myself feel isolated because i know i have people that care about me, but i just don’t believe it. it’s so lonely to be a trans poc with no family, culture, or community. every day it gets harder to justify forcing myself to work for this life. im so lost