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Hello wonderful people!
I'm sorry for not posting any updates regarding my health, the move, or other stuff.
Yes, I am alive. Yes, I am doing okay.
In the last few weeks, I had to work on the trauma that my old place gave me. The move went great, my father came to help me. The roommates are super cool and my birds are thriving. They love to look out of the big window, they enjoy the warm sunlight on their feathers. I love seeing them happy and well after what has happened.
I didn't hear from the old place again. On the day I left the keys, I wanted to clean the last bits of the room. My fiancee helped me and we had to throw out a lot of my stuff, including all of my plushies, clothes, personal items. We tried to lift a trash bag that we left there 1 week prior and out came a big fat rat. It almost attacked my fiancee. So I said "I don't care about the trash, let's fucking leave this place and never come back". So we left. And really never came back. I wrote a last text in the group chat of this hellhole, saying that there was a rat in one of the bags and because our own health is more important to us than trash, we will leave it in the room. I left the group and never heard from them again. Still missing my 320€ but probably will never see them again.
That was 2 months ago, wow! I finally had time to think about myself. So I did. I never wanted to do this but: I thought I am a transman. FTM. For almost 3 years. But now that the things are gone that really impacted my mental health (parents, brother, bullying) I realized, that I'm not trans. In fact, I think I am just a cis woman who struggled with her identity due to heavy bullying from school & family. I feel happy.
I might upload some pictures of myself if you want.
Crazy, right? I am almost finished with college. I just had my finals week and it went well. I have to wait 2 weeks for the results. I will definitely update you!
Thank you for reading and caring about me.
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