Thursday

The day was very exhausting but the day was good.
It was the first psychotherapy session that cost almost what I make in the whole week... However it was better than expected. The psychotherapist agreed to have me as her patient even though she is very busy. She was really open-minded and supportive. She has some experience with gender dysphoria too. She even used the pronouns she/her with me. It was weird but at the same time it felt nice, felt confirming.
In the evening my good mood was slightly messed up when my mom didn't care to ask how it went. She clearly wants nothing to do with that. She would like it if I would suffer in silence and pretend my whole life. I wonder if me killing myself would be more acceptable than transitioning...