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Hi Monica, Yes, I'm pretty sure I'm bipolar. I've been seeking help for gender dysphoria, and everyone I've talked to agrees GD is present. But each and every one of them also have mentioned that I may be bipolar. The last two psychiatrists both diagnosed me with BPD. It's mild, but taking meds right now. Those should take a couple of weeks before the effects kick in. We'll see how things go. I hope indeed I respond just as beautifully to the medication! ❤️ Emily

A few days ago I came out for the first time to a friend. To two friends actually. They were long time friends, and I chose wisely. They were super supportive, hardly batted an eye to the word transgender, and just offered help and support, and we shared many tears. One of them even sent me a few packs of nail stickers to help me feel better and give me another little way of expressing my true self. Super cute! I can't deny though, that I was very scared to do this. Doubt has been nagging at me for months before I finally decided that I really needed to tell them. But there we have it. The word is out to a select few, and I feel very comfortable with it!

I came out to my neighbor by accident yesterday. She's super chill about everything though, and she didn't even blink an eye. So here's the short story. I'm home, my 5 y/o is already asleep, and it's just before 7 pm. My 2y/o is still awake, and we're reading story books. I'm wearing a nice skirt and a tank top. My phone bings and tells me an Amazon package has arrived. I know that there's a new skirt and new shorts for me in it, so I really want to go get it. We decide to read the same story 5 more times. Now I'm really antsy so I tell him I just have to go get the package from outside and I'll be right back. Unfortunately it was delivered to my neighbors door (Amazon takes pictures now), and that's maybe 10 steps away. I close the door behind me, and scurry over to snatch the box. This is the very first time I've gone out my front door in a skirt. I'm very proud of myself. I hurry back. The door is locked. In the 10 seconds I was gone, my 2 y/o locked the door one my! The rest of the house is already locked up, so I can't get in! I have no keys, no phone, no nothing. Just my amazon box, and I'm wearing a skirt and a pink razorback tank top, and I'm locked out of my house! My 2 y/o starts crying and screaming immediately. I freak out. I put my shoulder into our weak door, but it won't budge. I go to the back yard to check the windows, but everything's locked. The shed is open though, so I grab a crow bar and set to work on the front door. But, I've never done this before, so I have no idea what I'm doing. I do some damage to the wood work, but still the door won't budge. My 2 y/o's cries get louder and he's obviously more freaked out than I am. I become frantic. I run back to the shed, grab duck tape, a screw driver and a rubber mallet. I tape over the kitchen window so it won't shatter, and hammer the screw driver into it. But I don't want the neighbors to call the cops either, so I try to keep it as soft as I can. The window doesn't break, and I don't want to go to jail. I run back to the front door and try to kick it in. Still doesn't work. Now I sink down in front of it in despair and start talking to my 2 y/o to try and calm him down. It takes a few minutes, but then I'm able to talk to him. After a while my neighbor comes out to check on the noise. She's seen everything out of her window already, and now finds me crying, in a skirt, on the door mat. Her pity and understanding is amazing. Together we talk to my little child, and eventually he figures out how to unlock the door. He's happy. My cries intensify a thousand fold, and I act like the mother who finally embraces her lost child. After a couple of minutes I'm able to stand up again, and give my neighbor many thanks. Just before we say goodbye she compliments me on how cute I look. I'm so elated that I start crying again, and it took me a good hour to calm down again. So, now she knows, and I won't be as afraid anymore of gong out my front door!

"You Go and Keep Running Girl" Quote yesterday passed to me by two women bicyclers who were talking as they took a break by the road. Even after I said hello(Spoke) to them. Here is one of the running outfits I wore in the last couple of days.