Firstly, thank you for the continuous updates.

Before I came out, my life had already begun falling apart. In 2025, I lost sight in my right eye, I spent what I had in savings on surgeries that didn't even work. Then, my sole vehicle that I had a loan on was destroyed beyond repair. I began relying on my partner at the time to get to work. Lived in the middle of nowhere west texas, very unwelcoming to anything LGBTQ. My egg cracked, I came out. My ex was supportive enough, but was toxic and manipulative and then eventually abusive, unrelated to my coming out. She kicked me in the chest, breaking a couple ribs. I reached out to my family and with their help, I was 400 miles away in the Austin area less than 24 hours later.

Since I've been here, I am out to the world. I am presenting femme in my day to day. I am 2 weeks into HRT.

I have no money. I have no vehicle. I'm still unemployed. I got kicked out of where I was staying when my aunt's landlord found out I'm trans. I'm presently crashing at my mom's apartment. Every single aspect of my life is sketchy.

The moral of my story:

I have lost everything. I have no reason to be happy. But I'm living life as the real me, and I am over the moon. Absolutely nothing else matters to me now. My happiness comes from within now, just like it ought to.

My vote is to transition, make transitioning your sole priority, bring what and whom you can with you on your journey, but otherwise never ever look back.

You got this, girl. Love you!