The last week has been hard.
My nameday went unrecognized.
I was sexually harassed.
Too many transphobic comments, too much victim blaming.
My parents gave me a stuffed rainbow horse for my nameday.
My wife made a nice meal and my family visited.
What’s unique about how difficult this week has been, is not the bad parts, the hard parts, and the awkward situations, it’s the fact that interspersed between those events were nice things, warm moments.
Sometimes nice things happen. Not often in my experience, but they do happen. The highs and lows contrasted in the same day is abnormal for me. It’s an emotionality I don’t usually experience. In really took the wind out of my sails.
In my experience, I’ve generally survived by being able to handle the worst situations, because I’m well accustomed to misery. The loss of a good feeling feels much worse then things just not being good and getting worse.
It’s an emotionality I’m going to have to learn to accept, it’s probably healthier anyways.