I'm ok. Stressed by debt but hopeful because of a new job. Excited for my future with my partner.

Concerned about my health recently, which I never have been. My skin has been doing weird things recently and now I'm finding a chip in my previously flawless teeth.

Happy that my dog got over her illness. It cost a fortune but wouldn't have done it differently.

Mentally, not doing well. I appear to be suffering from a major case of imposter syndrome. I need to change how I evaluate my life. I am learning and hopefully doing better but at the end of the day I don't feel like I have really helped myself or others.

Emotionally I am pretty fucked up. My friends are suffering and I don't know what I can do to help. It hurts to watch them suffer. I know they want and need help but I don't know what to do or say when someone's family are fucking religious hypocrites and then hurt their kids because they are transphobic.

Physically I am broken this week. My legs, back, shoulders and neck are sore as hell. I constantly have to tell myself to keep my shoulders back and bend at the knee not the waist. I am disappointed with how physically weak I am. I have next to zero testosterone. I started taking shots but I am not seeing any difference. I am willing to bet the average 13 year old could kick my ass.

Overall I do feel good. I helped build a huge 1/2 acre garden. Harvested and donated 16 pounds of squash. I have about 300 seeds starting to show their first leaf. I have just about every manual tool I need to help me be more efficient in my garden. And just about reached my savings goal for a truck.

I need to find a new job so I can be in a better financial position. I would like to stop lifting so I can remove that constant fear that today may be the day I get caught.

I feel fucking awesome that I have found this space, people are helpful, I feel I learn so much from reading posts, and I beyond over joyed with the motivation comments people have sent. For once in my life I feel I can be honest, vulnerable, and feel safe that someone cares enough to send me messages that help me feel good about my life.

pissed about how good people get the shit and shitty people get to live good

I'm fine

Im confused, trying to think if I should ask her what happened or if I should just let it be and slowly become numb to the thought of her.

pretty ok. writing this in class. the textbook misgenders trans people tho.

Not very how :/

And you?