I missed my calling as a self fulfilling prophet

Several things. In no particular order.

I found out my job picked up a huge military client. This client demands that we all submit to background checks.  I am not out to anyone at work. It is in fact, not a friendly place to be openly queer anything, much less trans.

I am scrambling looking for a new job because I'm fairly certain that once I'm outed at work it will be a glass ceiling situation at best, ammunition for management to lay me off for "unrelated" reasons by the end of the year.

After a three year respite, I started spotting from my ancient surgical incision that has opened and closed over the last ten or 12 years.  This is incredibly painful and gross.
I had a slow motion nervous breakdown over the course of several days after a drunken or drugged (couldn't tell) thug grabbed my ass and breasts while we rode in the elevator of my apartment building.

I said some awful hurtful things during this nervous breakdown to Mr. Laplain.  This was his last straw and he left.  I just came home from work just today to a note and a halved out apartment, where his things used to be.

I am at a loss for how to proceed. 

Or whether or not I even should.

Later.