I had an ex-friend who publicly called me an abuser and a manipulator because I'm autistic and depressed, and everyone decided to believe him even knowing that I have horrible mental health issues. The moral of the story: don't get too close to people.
I've had my new name for about two years now and I'm happier with it than I ever was with my dead name. Even when I was a kid, I fucking hated my dead name.
I think I need to schedule an appointment with my psychiatrist again. My anxiety has been getting out of control to the point it's been affecting my ability to do anything.