Current Track: Blabb
KEYBOARD SHORTCUTS
Yes it really matters. Yes, it hurts inside. Yes, to all the fees and care to heal my broken mind. Yes, to doctor's visits. Yes, to DMV. Yes, to lines unending, so at last I can be. Yes, I say, or tell myself, the one who hurts inside, the tortured, wounded little girl who's barely still alive. Yes, to tears unending. to terror, shaking, cold. Yes, I'm terrified of this, but my heartstrings must hold. I don't know how, but I must try to live with what I have to give myself a chance at life as I now truly am. Mere weeks ago, a mem'ry came, myself, at four years old. My heart was broken even then, I could not fit the mold. I did not know for longest time how to describe my pain or even what transgender was my hurt had not a name. Anxiety, in spades, you see, conspired me to grip with daggers deep within my heart and threat that they would rip. And so it took a thousand days, and even more besides, before I trusted anyone and let them see inside. I trusted you; I trust you now; I trust you with my life; for though you may not understand, others would my throat knife. I know it's hard to understand. I know it makes no sense. But know the changes you see now are just to match the rest. The part of me that hides in fear on almost every day, now risks her heart to open and to attempt to say, "It's not that I'm becoming. It's that I've always been. And every step that helps affirm helps my mind learn again."