Recently, though, I don't feel like I have anyone to confide in. No therapist, either. I've started to suspect I have C-PTSD. I requested to be diagnosed/get testing for it, but I guess my doc either forgot or didn't believe me. Explaining this to make sense of why I just sad post on social media.

I'm a person who views their birthday as sacred and it's coming up April 4th. If you'd like to help me in any way, my DMs or open. I'm probably going to sleep most of my days away and bury my head in the shitty sand until any shred of promise shows up.

My only beacon of hope right now are a couple of jobs I still need to hear back from. I tried reaching out, but no one will speak with me directly either due to business or simply not picking up the phone. Being Trans makes everything suck more x100. (And is also a big source of medical needs.)

I had to put in my resignation notice for my current job prematurely because I just can't keep hurting mysepf with that job. I really thought I was on a steady upward swing in the middle of of last year, but like most high points of my life, it was terminally fleeting.