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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's the thing for folks who are questioning. Admitting it to yourself is the hardest step, but it's the first and most important one. If you can'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'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't know who I was.
So if you don'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't waste more years like I did. Find your truth, and live it.
Don't waste more years like I did. Find your truth, and live it.
