Starting testosterone therapy next week. Finally. It’s been a roller coaster year and a half since coming out.
Parents are frustrating as anything but I’m working on them. Most of the time I swear trees no effort being made. I’m growing more and more annoyed at them and I’m about to snap, really. They seem to enjoy me losing my composure and then telling me it’s all my fault. So. That’s fun.
The boyfriend is amazing.
Work is good.
Moving in a more spiritual direction at this point. I need open fields. I need trees. I need ponds and lakes.
I discovered my guardian angel’s name and he’s been taking care of me.