Mixed Bag

I mentioned an announcement last week, and I feel like I owe you that. (You, my imaginary readers. How I love your imagined loyalty.)

So here it is. I started hormone replacement therapy. SCIENCE is officially in the mix, people. Weird science, even. How awesome is that?

But as happy as I am about that (and I’m VERY happy about it), today I’m all kinds of depressed. IDK if it’s the hormones (they can and will make me moody) or if it’s just the normal cycle of dysmorphia and loneliness.

And really, I don’t care.

I’m not whining about it. I try really, really hard not to do that. It’s all hard, this gender stuff, but I don’t want to be a downer, and I don’t want to talk about it like I’m the only person in the world dealing with shit. Plus, it’s a blessing as much as it is a curse. I feel strongly that we trans people should embrace who we are with pride.

Still, there are days when it’s hard and I want to be transparent about that. So this is me being transparent. Today is hard. But good things are happening, too.

Geez. That was a lot of adulting. I’m gonna go lie down.