It always seems like something HORRIBLE happens right when I am starting to turn things around and be more positive. I have been dealing with on and off depression for the past year due to be transgender, coming out, losing my wife, and accepting the entirety of it all. Recently, over the past 3 or 4 weeks, I have been battling some major depression, mostly brought on by my appearance, my hair (ugh), and the fact that I feel very female, but still get treated male by just about everyone. I decided that I'm the only one who can control my happiness, so I decided to refocus myself on my transition and try to be positive. Well, Wednesday, my wife (I'm still working on getting the divorce papers together) texts me and says she wants to get the few remaining things she has at the house. I told her a had company over (a FTM friend from work). She started right in with the attacks with,"So, are you two dating?" She proceeded to come to the house, gather her things, and say some nasty things to me. My effort to turn things around positively in the previous few days weren't enough to keep me from sinking into a pit from this visit. I had been behind at work but was starting to make gains into getting caught up. Well, I was so depressed that I didn't go in the next day, then only stayed for a few hours the day after that. I have no sick or vacation leave time left now. I feel like I'm going insane sometimes. I wish I could just catch a break. I try to be a nice, caring, considerate person to everybody, but lately, it feels like nobody cares about me. I can't bring myself out of these negative thoughts, even though I know some of them are likely not true. I got a call from a psychiatrist that works at the same place I do shortly after I left work early on Friday. Apparently, my FTM friend was so worried that he told this psychiatrist that he was scared that I would hurt myself. Now I have to meet with him on Monday, and he's going to start me on therapy and probably meds. I always felt like I could control my mind and push past these types of things, but I guess somewhere along the way I lost control. I just can't seem to force myself to think that I'll ever be pretty or even pass, ever find someone to love me, ever be able to live and function as a woman in this world. Maybe I do need a little help, but thinking about that makes me so incredibly sad I don't know what to think anymore. I'm just so tired, and I can't rest. I just want to be normal. :-( Sorry for the long rant, I just don't know what else to do.