While on my first trip to Gencon I came home with some big feelings related to gender, presentation, and what I want out of social interactions. This resulted in a few days of really persistent depression, low energy, and a nasty case of negative self talk. Upon further reflection: Dysphoria.
I was driving from Cincinnati after a long, stressful day. I decided to take my camera on this trip. Hopeful for the chance to use it, but more truthfully I brought it out of guilt. With anxiety high leading up to the trip, I threw it in the car to
I lie awake. Tonight was the first night applying transdermal patches, and I went to bed hoping for a magical change. Something that would completely change the way I experience the world. I lie awake. Staring at the ceiling, wondering what time it is. Am I close to my alarm?
Venting feelings of losing touch with my friend after a breakup. Move along, nothing to see here.
my ex-wife