Things have gotten a lot better. A LOT better. I feel like I belong in this city, there's so much to explore. I find myself hanging out with people in real life outside of work multiple times a week. On April 9th I'll be celebrating 3 months living up here, just 10 minutes from the love of my life. I'm really happy. For the first time I can say that I feel (almost) truly free. I worked so hard to build this life for myself.

Do you ever feel like you can't enjoy something out of fear that it will be taken from you? I don't know why- pretending I don't care wouldn't make it hurt less to lose it all. What do I expect to happen? Someone shows up at my door and tells me I can't be here anymore, I have to go back to my depressing conservative hometown? Something terrible happens to the people I love? That one's possible I suppose. I just need to tell the prey animal in my head that it's probably going to be okay, and even if it's not, there's no point in worrying about it.

I don't have health insurance right now so no therapy for me, furry art will have to suffice