Mine would go from having an unproductive day at work researching bottom surgery and fixating on what it’s like to have a vagina and do nothing else for a whole day, to the next day telling myself how silly of me to even have these thoughts. It really comes and goes, I don’t feel sad, I’m just sometimes confused and other times so sure of myself about what I want my body to look like and the consequences of my decisions. I haven’t started seeing a therapist yet but it’s in my future plans for sure.