March 28, 2024 It's been another tough day. The weight of my depression feels heavier than ever, and it's suffocating. The constant harassment and offense directed at me because of my gender identity are like relentless waves crashing over me, leaving me feeling battered and bruised. What hurts even more is the distance growing between me and my friends. It's like I'm always the one reaching out, always the one initiating conversations. Do they even care anymore? And when I do try to understand them better by reading their messages, they get upset, as if I'm intruding on their privacy. Even with my ex-girlfriends, the ones I shared so much with, the communication has dwindled to almost nothing. It's like I'm slowly fading from their lives, becoming nothing more than a distant memory. It's all so overwhelming. Sometimes it feels like I'm completely alone in this world, surrounded by people who either don't understand me or don't care enough to try. I'm tired of feeling like I'm fighting this battle all by myself. But despite it all, I'll keep pushing forward. I'll cling to the hope that someday things will get better, that I'll find the support and understanding I so desperately need. Until then, I'll continue to take each day as it comes, holding on to whatever shreds of hope and resilience I have left.
