Tomorrow I will be taking a ten day trip back home, where my family is. The closer this gets, the more I'm really starting to fear it.
I dearly want to spend some small amount time with them, and hopefully visit my nieces. I'm not honestly sure that will happen though, since my siblings barely tolerate me now. I think maybe I just want let them know I do love them, and always will, even though when I begin my transition I may well never see them again. If they don't let me visit, that's going to hurt. Even if they do, it's going to be unbearable, having to endure their constant bigotry and sermons of hate about all things that don't fit their worldview.
My friends (who I'm actually staying with for the week) might not be any better. We've been through a lot over the years, and I do love them, but the racism, sexism, homophobia and bigotry can be a little much in the best of times. And I'm not in the best of times right now.
In the month since I began trying to accept myself, I've become seriously unstable. With several months to go before I can afford therapy, this place has been a fantastic resource, with nearly a decade of advice and insight available at a very quick search. Not to mention the wonderful support you amazing people offer, just because. You all do so much to center me. With no internet access, I'm left to my own devices.
Maybe I can, at least, visit the forest that was my childhood refuge whenever I needed to run away, hide and not be found, and be safe from all this. That much will be peaceful, at least.
But ten days is a long, long time when you are trapped in your head, alone. I hope it's worth it, and it doesn't lead to my total meltdown. I'll need more luck and strength than I think I have.