Thanks everyone, it's so nice to hear your positive replies I think I really needed that right now.
As much as I thought I was through my little bout of depression, I'm sitting here in my office after everyone's left, and I'm crying my eyes out. I think I keep trying to pretend like this is so easy and I'm getting through it all "so well" and doing all the "right things" but it's just so freakin hard sometimes you know? It's hard being different, it's hard caring about what people think when I know I shouldn't, it's hard being patient for people to get used to my name and pronouns when I just want to be me already, it's hard knowing I can't even do that (as in medically and socially) because I'm still not out to my kids or work yet, and it's like living half of my life trapped in quicksand.
I hate not being able to deal with this all "positively" and still feeling so depressed. I hate this stupid estrogen which is adding to the problem, I hate feeling like no matter what it'll never be "easy" and there will always be people who judge me, and I hate this body that keeps screaming "you're a girl and there's nothing you can do about it!". And I know, I shouldn't care what others think, but I do. I keep thinking "I don't care" about my body either but then I realize I really do, and I can't keep pretending this is easy and I'm not struggling.
Then I come on here and swing back and forth between "hey everyone, I'm all happy now" and this depressive bullcrap. The whole reason I was gone for so long was because I didn't want to burden you all with my stupid crap, but I just have to tell someone how I really feel. I'm not "all better" I'm not "happy now" I'm miserable and I don't know what to do with that emotion. With my friends and family I've gotta be strong and help them all through this and be patient of how hard it is for them to feel like they're losing "her" and I've gotta try to stay positive and reassure them all that this won't f-up my kids to know that their mother is a dude and meanwhile feeling like "yeah, but what if it DOES f them up??" What if it's going to be the hardest thing I've ever put them through (which is saying something)?
And I know life's not meant to be perfect or normal or easy. I know that's a fallacy, unobtainable, and stupid. But I also feel like "why can't it just be easy for a minute?" or at least not keep getting harder and harder. And why do I have this stupid inborn feeling of "it shouldn't be this hard, life shouldn't be this completely soul-crushing"? Why do I have that feeling, if this is just how life is - hard and unfair.
Crap. I know I just spewed emotional vomit everywhere, and I'm sorry, but right now I can't even feel like it's wrong of me. I just have to get this out. Am I insane for feeling so scared and sad and stressed and like I'm holding up the whole world around me, when all I want is for someone to help hold me up for just a minute, just a little break from all of this. I don't know.
Sorry everyone