Sometimes going back to my normal life feels like “not me” anymore. Actually, it began feeling like “not me” the minute I became honest with myself. I don’t change who I am when I’m “him-me”. I’m just grumpy that I have to distinguish me from “not me”.
And before anyone starts armchair-Freuding me — no, I don’t think it’s about me wanting to be a woman!
Do you know who wrote that? Me, back in early January.
Oh, how quickly things change!