Down, tired, confused and scared.
Down, but it doesn't feel like depression to me. Can't get motivated for anything.
Tired. Since my decision about a month ago to see a therapist, I get only between 2 and 4 or maybe 5 if I'm really lucky, hours of sleep. I'm draggin' my rear end.
Confused. With my 1st round of HRT last week, the drepression lifted, I can't imagine going back into it by going off HRT. Yet, the risk of of losing key friends and possibly my sister (THAT would hurt) is really bumming me out.
Scared. Scared that I wont be able to support my family or kids. That I'll lose client contracts that are my bread-n-butter for making the bills. Scared that the wife will engage in the act of "splitting", rage & tell everyone.
Fear sucks.
A two week vacation to Hawaii sounds real nice right about now.

I'm really conflicted now, not sure which end is up. Aside, I realized this week the difference between laughing and smiling. I always joke around, love to laugh. But that all is because it's a temporary band-aid on the real problem, I've never smiled in 40+ years. You know, the smile from the heart, not from a situation or a joke. It's like I have to act to put on a smile. My whole life has been an act.
Maybe I just need to hit the 'pause' button of life for a few days and get some rest at night, THEN rethink things. Last week was good, I made much progress, but this week is like being stuck in the mud.
Sigh. I was hoping this week's therapy session would be about the family and kids and plan of action to come out, looks like it will be about helping me from this mud puddle I've suddenly found myself in.
On the good side, I'm taking care of my nails by growing them out more. Feels nice

Looks like the path to transition isn't linear at all, mud puddles line the road to success. Getting stuck in them is no fun.