Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Wednesday morning.

Last night I attended 2 zoom meetings. The first was the writing group that meets each Tuesday. The other one is the Trans Longue that meets the first and third Tuesday.

It's another day stuck here.

This morning I was thinking about camera operating. I operating cameras. I also miss photography with cameras. 

I hate being in this in-between place. I need to get my life started.

I want to be a TV showrunner. I need to start writing but I no longer have a laptop to write on.

I'm planning to figure out a more complete daily routine for the duration of being here.

I feel like a prisoner here with a life sentence. I'm trying to get through each day but it's not easy.

I'd like to have a boyfriend. I'm tired of being alone. I don't know how I'm going to meet him since I'm in this facility.

My sinuses are bothering me.

Pride in Columbia SC is approaching. I missed out on Outfest because I was in the hospital ER at the time.

I miss my mom. I knew she would not live forever but I was hoping to have a few more years with her.

I miss my bedroom. I miss my bed. I miss my cat, Junior. I miss my stuff.

DSS has messed up my life.

I've been here 3 months and it's been over 3 months since I was home. It's been over 3 months since I saw my mom. I hate DSS for taking that time with my mom away from me.

I'm going through so much at the moment.