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To answer your question in way too much verbose and complicated detail because I'm in bed and lying on my side and feel like I have to write something or I'll go crazy, I've slowly been pulling myself back to good health. I've covered things in way too much detail (as is usual for me) with several public posts on this game's Patreon page, but the tl;dr of it is that my usually seasonal depression around my birthday because of terrible memories of one of them rolled right into me getting cat scratch fever, and then either after or at the same time, mononucleosis. Both came with incredibly levels of fatigue and memory issues (the entire month of November was a blur for me and on average I easily spent over 12 hours a day in bed). My mental sharpness has only returned within the last 4 or so weeks, but my energy levels are still incredibly low (and will continue to be for months since the fatigue symptoms of mono can linger for a long time). I've managed to get some work on the VN done over the last 3 weeks, but that has been complicated not just by my inconsistent energy levels (and therefore my focus and the just plain ability to get work done, the inability of which makes me feel stir-crazy and depressingly useless), but me starting progesterone.

I'm stuck taking feminizing HRT for a very complicated reason relating to a neurodegenerative disease I have, but my testosterone levels have risen back to half of what I had pre-HRT (which was ~1,300 ng/dL, and yes, that's really high for a cis man, and yes, I had health issues from that).  My testosterone levels right now are right in the middle of the average for cis men, and as I understand it, those levels being so high has prevented that estrogen from getting absorbed properly and being a very low 53 pg/nL (a third of where someone almost two years into feminizing HRT should be). In a bitter dramatic irony, my neurological health has become highly dependent on my quantity of that female hormone, and hopefully this progesterone is going to cut that testosterone level down and then let my body absorb estrogen instead of letting it pass through me like it's doing now. I'm optimistic it'll work as my primary symptoms of my bad brain disease (involuntarily muscle contractions, vocal apraxia, and some degree of aphasia) have gotten noticeably milder since I started taking it a bit over 3 weeks ago, but I have to wait a full month for my hormone composition to stabilizing before testing my levels again for those results to be meaningful.

Progesterone, is, uh, certainly a female sex hormone. It's got a quasi-mythical reputation of being "horny bitch juice" + "boob growth juice"in transfem communities who (among other problems) treat feminizing HRT a little too close to a drug or part of a sexual lifestyle instead of a medicine prescribed for improving the psychiatric health of trans women. While it's been unexpectedly mild in both departments for me (but not too unexpectedly, as there are issue within tranfem communities I've been in the orbit of way treating mere hearsay of anecdotal evidence with feminizing HRT being taken as scientific fact), it's further dropped my energy levels (albeit not severely), made me ache all over (expected), and made my symptoms of what I can only call "pseudo-PMS" so much worse, particularly nausea, back pain, and hot flashes. In addition to that, it's been affecting my mood in ways I didn't know could happen and has often flooded me emotions I barely understand. I suppose it's sort of like a milder form of the stereotypical bitchiness associated with female puberty and "moon sickness," but made very complicated because I'm (unwillingly and chaotically) genderfluid between the gender binaries. I can tell you that  it's a very interesting experience with someone who has a male gender identity half the time to start feel insanely strong maternal feelings and the bitchy moodiness from female hormones in what my best friend has aptly called "righteous indignation."

And finally, with all of that context aside, to precisely answer "how I feels today"... lol, idk. I'm on my male side right now and I really haven't figured out to properly articulate what it's like to be on this side of the binary coin since progesterone has gotten into the mix, but trying to ignore that very sizeable component affecting the range of emotions I am feeling right now, I feel:

  • Tired, but that's baseline now between my brain health, illness, and stereotypical authorial caffeine addiction. 3/4 of a pot sometimes isn't even enough to keep me up for more than 6 hours, which is wild.
  • Melancholic loneliness, because despite how extremely introverted I am as a person,  I have been affected by living on my own after pretty much burning the bridge with my parents due to their years of abuse and my only real in-person human contact being my sister and brother-in-law. I know I need to go out more, but I had some really bad experiences with transfems a bit over a year ago, and I'm extremely wary of seeking out those social circles and putting myself in them again.
  • Mild cabin fever (see above), but also leading into the below with...
  • Mild paranoia, because I feel like one of those "shifts" of my gender is coming up and those can be very drastic in changing how I feel and can be pretty awful if I'm not prepared for them. I don't want to be genderfluid, but I am, and I've not just had to be vigilant against myself, but on guard for people who try to parasocially attach to me because I put so much of who I am in my writing and some people either treat that one-way flow of personal information as a right to get close to me or "fix" me.
    That's bad enough, but I have actual fear of being around people who have historically been far more likely to deny the accuracy of this label I never asked for and substituting it with the one they want for me, as it's uniquely traumatic and devastating to my mental health for someone to carelessly comment that they think I'm merely a transgender woman in extreme denial, tell me my views on gender and all the shit trailing behind it doesn't matter because I'm not even transfem, half of who I am being subjected to blatant misandry and trans women making the fact that they used to assume they were who they were expected to be and might now be disgusted with masculinity in general due to their disgust of any of their own masculinity my problem, polycule drama, and people just being kind of creepy assholes who sexually harass me or throw shade at me because they see me as little more than a reluctant trans woman with "fantastic" HRT results it is their duty to feminize further, envy for the genderfluid person getting "assets" I don't want as I don't plan to ever socially transition and I'm reaching the danger zone of a chest size I can safely bind, or god knows what else I managed to be surprised and hurt by.
    I have very, very heavy baggage in this area, as you can probably see, and even looking past my current sicknesses, and my bodily issues because being stuck on feminizing HRT is kind of a living nightmare for the guy side of me at time, I'm going to have to work through that and my social fears before I feel like I'm going to be comfortable truly trusting new people again.
  • Mild arousal, but honestly you don't need the TMI of that, especially after this wall of text.
  • Moderate annoyance, because it's like my brain is trying to find something to be bothered by just to justify having this emotion, and I'm frustrated I can't find something to be frustrated about.
  • Pained, because yeah there are some pretty big parts of my health that are in decay.
  • TV static, as I am kind of extremely unwell mentally and even think I have very good reason to be that way given my health issues and lack of stability and am fully convinced what I go through would have killed most people several times over by now.
  • Weary relief, because 2024 was not a good year for me and I'm just gonna be glad to see the calendar change.
  • Impatient apprehension, as I'm an American and the unclothed wannabe emperor/mob boss is headed back to the White House, and even though I feel like I have my bases covered against the worst outcomes like a nationwide ban on prescribing hormones for transitioning, the economy blowing up, environmental and protective regulations getting neutered, and the rule of law further decaying (those just being the political issues I'm concerned with), I know a lot of my friends are worried, and I'm worried for them and about them.
  • Hungry, as Adderall and coffee are gonna do the things they do to make me forget that I need to eat.

This was so, so much more than you asked for, and, uh, sorry for just kind of blasting you with it, but writing like this truly helps me organize the chaos and noise in my thoughts into concrete words, so... thank you for asking?

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I didnt read all of it but take care of your health and have a great new year also excessive caffine is bad for your heart i dont think i have qualifications to say this cuz my heart is bad enough that drinking 2 cup of coffee in a 3 days time makes me feel uneasy and light pain in the heart

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*sigh* - I DID read the post and if you're going to reply without reading it perhaps don't single out how caffeine isn't good for you without understanding the far more significant health problems @dreamteamstudiosdevs is battling.  You asked the question - if you only glance at the clearly detailed answer don't give your advice.  It's insulting.  not trying to be combative but if you do take the time to read the post you may see how your cursory answer would be better if you hadn't answered at all.

Please don't fight over me like this. It's a bit weird and uncomfortable, and I don't ask people to be my stewards or secretaries and speak for me, and I am more than capable of using my own voice to speak for myself (but you wouldn't be able to stop me from yapping anyways because I love the sound of my own keyboard and at this point rambling verbosity and snarky wit are my stress responses).

I'm not going to be rude to people for expressing concern over my medical health even if it comes from a place of partial ignorance because I've got a whole really complicated and hard to understand mess of health issues of various rarity and severity. I appreciate the gesture of kindness that comes with stating concern for my health, so long as it doesn't come off as a hollow platitude said for the person talking to me to feel better about the raw magnitude of how bad that health is so they can escape that uncomfortable topic with a pat on their back for doing nothing but highlighting how they don't and can't understand what I go through.

Yes, I drink too much coffee, and I know it's exacerbating my anxiety issues. But I'm really pressed for options when I'm still struggling to even get out of bed with the inconsistent echoes of mononucleosis exhaustion I've been fighting, to say nothing of how much CBS already gives me an extra dimension of fatigue separate from muscular overexertion and tiredness from poor sleep. I'm racing a clock in a pretty morbid way, and the idea of staying in bed and wasting away genuinely terrifies me enough to burn the candle at both ends with a flamethrower.

Do I like being a jittery mess to make sure I can spend a whole day out of bed? Eh... kinda? It gives me tunnel vision that for all its banes comes with a zen-like coffee fugue state where I tap into my extremely detailed-oriented side where I can both make the writing I'm working on have that exacting precision of wording I demand from it and make my runaway internal monologue into a storm of good ideas coming from that place of being so deeply immersed in what I am writing that I might forget reality exists. Is that worth the tradeoff of worsened anxiety and detachment reality from when I already have OCD and a dissociative disorder masquerading as a gender identity? It depends, but I can tell you I've gotten some of the best writing of my life done in a caffeinated haze and I truly think this brings the peaks out of my own style of writing. Do I wish I didn't have to drink like half a pot of coffee a day if I want to guarantee being up for at least 16 hours? Yes, but I'm an embarrassingly oversharing writer who doesn't let facts or the realities of my situation interfere with telling a good story about it, and, like, I'm never not going to be the STEM-brained tinkerer I would've been if my OCD didn't obliterate my ability to do math more complicated than a tip. I truly never expected writing would ever be my career (let alone this type of writing), but now that I'm here, and now that I'm a weird bohemian auteur of an author, I kind of just embrace the insanity and the stereotype of being a tragic artist/writer, and I have an almost blithe pride in how I drink way, way too much coffee.

Like, it's enough of a joke that I drink stupid amounts of coffee that my friend Cai drew this art of my "authorial mascot" based on this art by melonenbrot. I might not be a hot mess of a redheaded anime chick, but I sure do feel like I'm more "me" the more coffee I drink a day.