

It's pride, yet I am not proud...
This is a total doom post, so avoid if you're not in a good place.
Tomorrow is my local pride parade and I'm sitting here on the eve of what should be a day of celebration, yet I feel so empty and hopeless.
Long story short, I'm 42, mid-social transition, 4 years on HRT, have lost my marriage, some family and some friends because I came out.
I feel utterly alone and take no pride in who I have become.
On the face of it, I had everything someone should supposedly aspire for. A good job, a gorgeous wife who was my best friend, 2 wonderful kids, a house, a car and even a decent social group of friends.
But then I came out a year ago and it all turned to ash.
So here I am with nothing to be proud of and I'm running out of reasons to keep waking up.