On Thursday, I discovered that some transphobes had found my Twitter account and started talking shit on me. I ended up deleting a few of the posts they had responded to (one showing my updated drivers license with all the important info blacked/blurred out), and blocked a ton of people as well. At the time I didn't think much of it, as I was at work and had a multitude of things to keep my brain occupied, but when I laid down to go to sleep it hit me pretty hard. I left the TV on for a distraction (had a sleep timer on), but still ended up crying a little bit.
I was okay pretty much all of Friday, went down to the bank to have my name updated, and was pleasantly surprised to be called by my new name (I had emailed the person I had an appointment a copy of the court order, so they knew the name going in), which made me feel pretty good. I don't think I had any issues on Friday, but at some point during Saturday morning it hit extra hard.
Thankfully though, I spend my weekends with my boyfriend now, so having him around definitely made things easier, and we had a wonderful day together. I think I'm okay now, but it's hard to say for sure. This was something I knew was going to happen eventually, and this was my first time dealing with it, so that most likely made it worse.
On a more positive note, the 23rd marks two years on hormones, and on the 6th of June it'll be a year with my bf, so there's a lot of positives to look forward to.