It’s hard to quantify in some ways, but the biggest thing is I can stand to be me now. I’m in therapy to help deal with all the emotions that come with finally not repressing everything, and boy is that hard to deal with sometimes, but I actively want to deal with it.

So as cheesy as it is, transitioning has actually given me hope for the future.

I carried the same weight until I came out at 32, and let me tell you, it’s heavier than you’ll ever realize until you put it down and start unpacking it. But the change in my life in just over a year has been literally unbelievable.

I had a 2002 Ford ranger that I named Strider.

This country makes me want to scream.

Holy fuck, thank you for that laugh

I never quite understood emotions until I started hrt at 32.

Shhhh, don’t tell them we exist

I couldn’t manage the stress. Thankfully I used the G.I. bill, so I have zero debt from it, but wow is it not for me.