it just hit me that in 3 days it will be a year when I finish my stay in an open psychiatric ward
that was the best time of my life
for the first time I said to a few people, quote: "I'm cisn't" and after that maybe on the next group therapy I said at the beginning I don't feel like I have a gender, I'm non-binary, I use multiple pronouns and I prefer a different name
and everyone used that name (only nurses not bc they always used full names, but I was ok with that)
I even used an opposite bathroom bc there were more women than men so nobody cared who used which bathroom if they were clean
yeah, my father said maybe I should to commit suicide a weekend before, my long relationship ended over the phone a few weeks later after my cat-in-law died
but I never felt better, safer, understood, welcomed, accepted and I actually liked myself
and a lot of things turned out not okay after some time
only to one friend I said about my gender, was more accepted that my ex partner, just once to my uncle about prefer calling me like a nickname and he used this a few times, probably nobody from my close family remember about that when I told how everyone called me bc it's similar to my deadname (it's a only argument why I thought about different names I like)
I never told anyone again except my therapist what I had gone through
over a year I felt miserable, helpless, depressed, suicidal and I still do
but I'm happy I was there