You know. 2025 was something for me. Those first 11 months were the best year I had. I was taking estrogen, I met some great friends in my classes, learned a great deal in one of my classes, made the decision to go for a certificate at this college. Felt like I was really moving. Then December hit.
My dad forced me to stop estrogen when he found out, threatening to kick me or even everyone else out of the house. I failed one of my classes and can not go back this semester. I felt myself slide back to the state I was in at 19, paralyzed and unable to basic self care. December 2025 was the worst month of my life. I feel like I am starting this year further back than I was last Jan 1st. Shot, I started this day at 2 PM. I hope that I make real actual progress in my life this time around.
