So my journal tells me that it was two years ago today that I finally discovered/realized/admitted to myself that I was trans. I had a teeny tiny cake in isolation to mark the passing.

Here& #39;s the thing for folks who are questioning. Admitting it to yourself is the hardest step, but it& #39;s the first and most important one. If you can& #39;t allow yourself to see the truth, no one else will be able to either.

The last 2 years have been filled with good times and bad, and hasn& #39;t been any worse than the rest of my life. (Covid-19 not withstanding) But sometimes I wonder, and cry a bit over the lost time, lost years, and lost friendships in my past... all because I didn& #39;t know who I was.

So if you don& #39;t know, you are questioning.. or are just plain confused. Find someone you trust and confide in them. Or find a support group and ask questions.

Don& #39;t waste more years like I did. Find your truth, and live it.