Today I explained to my cousin that being trans feels like being handed a costume and a script for a show you didn’t even audition for, and then pushed on stage.

She said she’s sorry that I have to live in this kind of pain and I cried.

It was a strangely therapeutic experience to have someone acknowledge to me how much being trans sucks sometimes. We spend so much time celebrating ourselves because we have to. But I feel more at ease knowing that my cis cousin might begin to understand my pain in being trans

I spoke therapist about starting T and then spent the next 59 minutes of my session because I’m 3 days away from becoming the most vulnerable I’ve been in my entire life all because I dare to hope for a happier future in a body I may someday call my own

Y’all...

Being trans is exhausting and painful all the time and I don’t wanna act like everything is fine all the time when it isn’t. That’s all... end thread?