I think I would love to have just one person that could actually be there when I really need someone to be there.
I know of so much via online, but, sometimes I don't want to be staring at a screen when life is making me want to cry.
The shrink has yet to get back to me to tell me about his evaluation. Been a month now, and being the holiday season is likely no help. So I have not heard about anything, not that I am deluded, crazy, TG, not TG, merely chemically buggered all to hell, or just plain suffering from too much hate of my gender.
I feel totally and hopelessly alone. No hope in ever seeing any forward movement worth mention.
And I am financially incapable of just about any sort of solution. I have no vehicle, and I have never had one no a license. I get as far as my legs can carry me, and considering my health, that is not far and it takes a long time too. I like walking, its just that telling me there are great support groups in Toronto is the same as telling me I could find oodles of friends on mars.
Every day it seems to be the same. A constant fight to just not cry. No one seems to detect this in me. I have trouble with my memory, because I have trouble just plain caring to remember. It's not like I can't remember, I just don't seem to have any reason to feel like it.
Every day is just another day. So what, I forgot to do such and such, I can always do it tomorrow.
The only thing that would give me peace, some way to have a wood working shop, it is a dream I can't see happening.
I could stop caring about so many things that depress me, if only I could hide from them in a shop. But I have not had a shop since 2000, and I can't figure out how to get one back.