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.
I'm transgender and I'm trying to transition. But the door keeps getting slammed in my face again, and again, and again.
I hope you are able to find the support that you need – even if it's scary to ask, your life and your happiness are worth it.
Instead of seeing recovery as the road back to “normal life,” I saw it as a chance to create something better for myself.
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.'