Happy New Year. That’s the politically correct thing to say, right? Meh. Either I’m supposed to be cheerily looking forward to the coming year, or contemplatively looking back at the year just past.
I’m honestly not feeling either. You might even say I’m mildly depressed. I promise, I am in no danger. But I’m far from celebratory toward the coming year. I’m sure it doesn’t help that I have possibly significant health challenges to face. At best, I will probably add yet another drug to my regimen. This spoonie is tired, to be honest.
And the year just passed? I made some online friends, and I am grateful for their presence in my life. I still have no one within 700 miles that I am comfortable talking with about life and it’s challenges. And those challenges have been, and continue to be, monumental at times. Yes, my health. Both physical, and mental. My income stability, or lack thereof. My lack of independent transportation in a city where the auto is king.
My daughter is back in my life, and that’s wonderful. She’s over 800 miles away, though. She lives in Texas, and with the current political climate, I’m not at all inclined to set foot in that state. Which makes it incredibly hard that she, and most of my family of choice, reside there. I suppose, at least it’s not Florida? I’m lonely, and nothing is likely to change that fact.
Tomorrow is another day. I’ve drawn my semi-colon; My story isn’t over. I may take a pause though. So if I don’t post for a week or two, don’t worry. I will post again. After all, I’m sure you’re all just dying to hear the rest of the arrhythmia saga. (/sarcasm)
Until later, I bid you adieu.
An Aging Trans Woman 
Rough times for sure. I think everyone feels insecure so they’re having for anything that makes them feel better about themselves, even if it means making up bogeyman.
We need to take our small victories and, happily you’ve had a couple🙂
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Yes. I admit it was not all bad. 😊 Thanks for commenting.
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