I'm sorry to hear that, but don't give up (usually a line for pro-lifers). You'd be surprised at how much shit humans can go through. Everyone's different, and there's a reason humans have been around for so long as the dominant species despite being weaker and slower than a lot of other animals - our will to survive and our intelligence.
I am a pro-lifer. I do not condone suicide. I think there's always a better way to be able to heal and find happiness. But my life has no hope at all. When I was 19 I was brainwashed into a sex change by a therapist and a doctor, and the whole transgender political agenda, and it was all bullshit and for nothing. I had a great life before. A ton of friends. An amazing girlfriend. The world in the palm of my hands. A whole life to look forward to. I grew up a bad boy, a tough guy, I'm a bit of a narcissist and I had an inferiority complex because I had quite a bit of feminine qualities which I always felt unable to express...so I grew up feeling trapped in the wrong body. So finally after high school when I was trying to find myself, it got so bad when I found the hocus pocus dribble transgender bullshit agenda it all made sense, so I went to a therapist and she told me that I WAS trapped in the wrong body...and with this being my lifelong deep dark secret, and my one soft spot and huge vulnerability, and being an impulsive, impressionable, immature teenager with poor judgement...I believed her. She told me I was trapped in the wrong body, and transitioning was the only answer...and to "be a girl!!!" and even though I told her I was not gay, she told me to "explore my sexuality!!!" Basically got inside my head, talked me into it, drove me into confusion, and induced a fragmented sense of self. Then she sent me to a doctor who gave me estrogen and told me I was a woman. And then it was as if I was a different person. I started "being a girl" but it wasn't me. It was a dissociative identity. My life is like a reversed version of Fight Club, with Tyler Durden and the Narrator. I left one false self for another false self before finally becoming myself. "Girl mode" and "Guy mode" (which is normalized by the transgender agenda, so me and my father believed it was normal) was a split personality. Girl me and guy me were two different people. And girl me took over. I was wrongly led to believe that I was trapped in the wrong body (which is said to be a BIOLOGICAL MEDICAL CONDITION) and that I needed MEDICALLY NECESSARY treatment for it. So I believed that I was simply doing what had to be done to treat the biological condition I was born with. I was led down a path of unbelievable oppression and trauma and surgeries. And now I am buried in debt, can't afford to even file bankruptcy, my life is completely ANNIHILATED, I am alone and have been SINCE THEN for the past 7 years, and my dick is gone. I'll never have another girlfriend ever again. There's no hope of a normal life whatsoever. My life is impacted in every which way imaginable, and I am literally unable to function properly as a result of it. I live in the Twilight Zone. Literally, the X-Files. This shit is just so insane and beyond belief. My whole family fell for it hook, line and sinker. It's one hell of a con. I mean, how are you supposed to know that you are confused and delusional...if the doctors and therapists are saying that you are NOT confused and delusional, and that it's actually biological? Especially when they are the ones who induced it. They made lots of money though. I cannot live like this though. I was just diagnosed with severe chronic PTSD. I am so traumatized that I can't even put it into words. There was NOTHING wrong with me until I saw that therapist. All I wanted was to be myself, and I was depressed and in self-hatred because I was ashamed of who I was. Johnny Depp wears makeup and paints his nails...why wouldn't I? There are a lot of dope ass heels that can be worn like a man and it was way more common back in the day. Why did I have to be a girl to get a pair of shoes? Why did I have to be a girl to feel comfortable making the statement, "that's so cute." Why couldn't I just BE MYSELF? Fucking insane. And now I finally found myself, lots of people think I'm the shit, lots of girls totally dig me and my style, and I really would have been somebody. I look like the rock star I always was my whole life playing the guitar and writing music. Life would have been even more incredible than I ever could have imagined. But now none of it matters. I finally found myself and love life...and I have to die anyway. The end. Rant over.