Today marked my family doing family things during family night.
And by that I mean being extreme transphobes.
As a reminder; I am out as trans.
They know I am a girl.
They still were, very very very openly, being fully transphobic.
This week I ended up not taking care of myself. I did one, one, workout correct, but failed to do a workout for 3/4 days.
I've not been brushing my teeth.
I've not taken a shower or changed my clothes.
I've not gotten sleep.
I've not been blogging.
I've not been streaming.
I had the last person I would ever expect to be pluralphobic (genuinely were a huge part of me realizing I am trans, AND, a huge part of me realizing I am plural), invalidate the identity of one of our system mates.
Heck I've lost my voice and might be sick.
No self-care.
No work done on anything.
I haven't even played my weekly ranked games!
No games.
No blogs.
No writing.
No art.
Nothing.
I'm just...
I don't know how to live.