I had a really good time at Powerhouse last night. I forgot what that feels like. It used to be a nightly event. Some of the exercises from therapy have helped, and I was able to pierce through the depression, anxiety, and fear for a few hours and really *feel good*. I talked with more of the boys. Danced on the stage. Just like my old self, before the transphobia on Folsom and at work ground me down into nothingness — a scared shell with rigid thinking who was out of touch with most of her emotions.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 18:30:16 +0000
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