Today I organised my own preemptive rescue.
I struggled today, from getting up and getting ready through work, even though it was less stressful, and up until it was time to head home. It wasn’t helped by recieving what I think might be my first random internet trans hate on response to my selfie post as a part of the #transtakeover hashtag.
By the time I was on my way home I was realising that I shouldn’t be at home alone this evening because I was already fighting back tears so after a little back and forth I organised to go spend the evening with Dave and Sarah. It was super lovely and we just hung out and chatted all evening and Sarah made tasty pasta for dinner with really good bacon in it and it was just so nice and I love hanging out with those guys and then at the end of the evening Dave even drove me back to Seaford to pickup my car and head home and it was so lovely and such a nice evening that the idea of crashing just didn’t even start.
I slept too little (50%)
I ate too little (50%)
I didn’t meditate (0 mins)
I didn’t exercise (0 mins)
Tomorrow includes DnD and I’m so excited.