Some people have the impression that once a mentally ill person seeks out help, it's only a matter of time before things get better. But that's not always true.
Instead of seeing recovery as the road back to “normal life,” I saw it as a chance to create something better for myself.
I’m scared that this breakdown has rendered me less valuable, less likable, less worthy.
Nothing was actually wrong. I wouldn't have changed anything about my life – just how I felt.
How would my life be different had someone had the courage to intervene instead of the cowardice to mock me?
Alternatively titled, 'That Time My Hormones Made Me Lose My Damn Mind' or maybe 'Being Transgender Is Awful.'
When I hear you breathing next to me in the middle of the night, I will wonder why I ever thought I was so noble for going it alone.