(TW: mention of disordered eating) I moved across the country to Atlanta from Sacramento, Ca before coming out to continue my education at an Historically Black university aka an HBCU which made my parents very proud. However… once I moved I fell ill due to my eating disorder, and had to go to a hospital for inpatient treatment. I completely lucked out, and was placed in a queer facility where they helped me come out and socially transition along with recovery. I came out and immediately made enemies of my family, especially my father, and accepted that no matter if I almost ended my life my family couldn’t and wasn’t willing to process who I was. Fast forward… and my birthday is around the corner (Monday) . I’m 2k miles from anyone who really knows me, and I feel so lonely. . . Am a just ungrateful? Or selfish? Ik I can’t control people’s reactions. I just wish someone was here to blow out the candles with me.