I have been discharged from care. It was time-based, always going to happen, and I was warned about it since last.. September, or so? I think.

The nurse lady gave me a nice little card; it's a ladybird resting on top of a four-leaf clover, with the words, "Good Luck". I like it, a lot. I wasn't really present during the whole encounter with the nurse. I did cry quite a bit afterwards. It's hard. It's hard to live in this body that I oh-so-desperately hate.