Three years ago today I woke up.
Rather than my usual regret that I had lived through the night, I found myself with a different thought—“I’m a woman”.
For the first time that I could remember in my life, I woke up that morning remembering a dream. A dream in which I was a woman, a dream in which I was happier than I had ever felt in my life. And the feeling that she was who I was supposed to have been all along.
I fought that for 9 months, scared to accept it because of all the horror stories & grief that seemed to fill the lives of all the trans people I heard about in the news. But things got to where I could no longer survive as I was going, so I began to accept it. And there have been struggles, & there have been unwelcome discoveries—but I would not go back on any of it. My life has meaning, love, friendship, joy—things I never dreamed I would ever get to experience in my life. And all because of one thing:
Three years ago today I woke up.
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