Whenever I have an anxiety attack, the first thing I do is to sit at the corner of my dark room and take the time to reflect on the reasons behind it. I question myself, my past and what lead me to this completely messed up state. I look at my past and the image of a terrified and shy kid comes to my mind. Since I was young, I have been harshly bullied because of my voice and the way it impacted my gender expression. I am a cis gender male, who spent decades hating his voice.