For me, the hardest thing has been dealing with the emotional stress of the news coming from out late great neighbour to the south. The gratuitous evil (evil = the intentional infliction of suffering on another) directed at trans people is hard to take. And knowing that it is coming here too, soon, for no good reason, is a weight slowly crushing me.
In my daily life, all is fine. My neighbours and the people I interact with on a daily basis, such as wait staff and cashiers, are all good people. If they clock me at all, and I know that some do, they are supportive and accepting. So I feel like a character in a horror movie, whose life appears to be carrying on happily, but you know that the bad guys are lurking just outside.
The result is an existential dread.
It is absurd that, in the twenty-first century, in a country that routinely makes the top-five list of the best countries to live in in the world, a person would have to be making escape plans. But that is my reality.