I was having a "poor me" moment. I hate them. It started on Saturday. It felt like I was under assault internally and externally. I felt alone with it all, transgender hate, hating being transgender, US politics, UK politics, American shame and embarrassment, etc., etc., etc.
I know I am not alone with all of this, but it felt pretty personal. I allowed myself to bury my head further in anger and frustration. Then I did something even stupider, I went on the internet and trolled YouTube, not the best place to console oneself if the algorithm senses your black mood.
The effort obviously failed. It made it worse.
So I unplugged. I did normal stuff like taking a walk, food shopping, and talking to neighbors. I started to decompress. I contacted my friend Jenn and made a date to go walking yesterday afternoon, as me, not as a guy who is me, and it worked.
I knew it wasn't the answer to my problems or the world's, but it at least got me to recover some perspective, at least my head wasn't going to explode.
Jenn took a great photo to capture the moment: