Tough week.

First things first, I've lost another KG. So 82.3kg - doing well and getting there =)

Its been a really really tough week. First thing to mention is that I've not had to take any time off work, but I've really not been myself - constantly tired, lethargic and not really firing on all cylinders. I've been on the antidepressants for a smidge over a week and a half and I'm getting all sorts of side effects, lethargy & tiredness, insomnia, headaches, dry throat to mention a couple but they do seem to be getting a little better.

I'm still feeling pretty damned low, more convinced than ever that I am on the right track though and I'll get through this shitty patch at some point.

On Monday, I sent a very detailed letter to my parents about who I am, how I intend to live my life, and detailing the diagnosis that I've recieved and the treatment path. I stand by this as being a good idea...

On Tuesday, whilst I was at work, some *********** decided to hit & run my car - causing sufficient damage that the insurance would have written it off, significant panel damage, smashed rear light and totally knackered bumper.

Wednesday evening I had to go to the parents after work (it was meant to Thursday, but my brother decided to escort me in my damaged car) nothing really exciting to comment about.

Thursday really was the day of reckoning, the parents returned home from their trip about about 6.30 in the evening and REALLY started laying into me about the letter - they already knew I was trans, but I had mislead them about the extent to try and minimise conflict at the time - basically telling me how stupid I am, how I will ruin my lif

e, never get a decent job, how could I ever expect a relationship as a trans person, just total and utter ignorance bundled up in a ball of vitriol really. Its what I was expecting, but not what I was hoping for. I am taking some time to re-asses the relationship I have with my parents and how I want to play things going forwards.

Friday was exhausting, I just wanted to GO and get back to Brighton but ended up spending all day with my brother running round scrapyards and getting the car repaired. In the end we managed it for about £50 and its far from perfect but it will do. The plan is to sell it in a month or two's time anyway.

Nothing really to comment about the weekend so far. I did OK at work yesterday, cycled in for the first time and I'm looking forwards to the Grand Prix this afternoon.

One fed up Danni, out. x