So all would seem nice, right? I'm living full time, I've got a second approval for HRT and can start pretty much anytime I want.
But no, not everything is at all as it seems.
After over a month, I finally got to see a therapist that was covered by my insurance and would authorise me for hormones. Therapy is covered. Doctor's visits are covered. Hormones are not.After spending $215 on textbooks, I now have only $45 to my name. And I'm still not done buying supplies for classes. There's so many things I need, and I simply cannot afford them until the end of the month, when I can expect a tax return check in the neighborhood of $500, to last me until who knows when. That includes paying for hormones, expanding my wardrobe (which only consists of 2 pairs of shoes, 2 pairs of lower and upper undergarments, 3-4 tops, 1 pair of jeans, a belt, a cami, and a sweater,) food for over spring break, and laser treatment for at least my face, if not my arms and legs as well, the last of which do not enjoy being shaved at all, and other miscellaneous things.
Not only money, but there's so much I have given up in order to pursue my only dream that hasn't exploded into oblivion. The love of my mother and my sister, friends, the trust of my father, a decent GPA, the man I loved who I thought loved me back but instead ran off with an ugly slut and now they're engaged. Everything just is futile, like it's never going to make any difference. Like I'm still going to have to stay in the men's dorms, use the men's showers, I can't live like this anymore. It seems everyone who I love has left and doesn't care enough for me anymore. I've done so much give, I'm ready for some take, please.
Note that I'm not asking for a handout, just a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, a body to hug, and maybe some way to move forward without putting myself into reverse.