Very much considering taking the first few months of 2022 “off” to give my mental health the attention and care it’s needed for well over a year now…
So many of you are celebrating, it's been such a wild week...
I'm so fucking happy for you all.
So fucking PROUD of you all—☆!
KEEP KILLING IT!!!
My last mega tweet, I’m SO SORRY for the size… is the most honest, embarrassing thing I’ve ever posted about my mental health online, ever. Like, ever ever.
But in doing so I hope someone else feels seen… like they aren’t the only wanker in the world feeling something dumb. 🏳️⚧️
Dodging anxiety isn’t worth the loneliness of self-isolation as friends enjoy new media.
I need to face my damage head on.
I’m out to change this world for the better. Somehow.
I may never get even a chance to play my own hero, ever. But.. I could still play someone else’s. 🤍
I’m currently re-recording it (because: Neumann!!! 🎙🖤). I’m gingerly easing back into auditioning for *everything* as asked, instead of feeling like I’m only “allowed” to audition for queers, Brits, and young boys. I can walk into the booth without stepping into my own hell.
“Book is good, but why does Cabe sound like a woman?” is all I imagined in the comments. Folk assured me I sounded great. But in my head, I saw myself being used as an example of “why trans*men will never be able to voice cis men”, regardless of the book’s LGBTQ+ target audience.
I took it way too personal. Should’ve shrugged it off. But it came as a truckload of dysphoria was being dumped at my door.
I fell into a liminal space between genders. I mostly stopped cosplaying. I felt ugly as a woman, pathetic as a man. I felt I didn’t deserve to be either.
