Three years ago today, I finally admitted to myself that I'm transgender. That seems both so long ago and so recent.

I do remember sobbing that night realizing that I didn't want to take "her" to my grave. I didn't want to die an old... man. And I knew that everything in my life was about to change. And I was afraid.

That' same night I created this second smaller account on Mastodon. To start living as Lisa. To admit, even anonymously, what my true heart's desire really was.

A week later, I crossed the Rubicon and came out to my then wife. I wasn't afraid anymore, even though everything did change. I was relieved. I was elated!

I regret a lot of things in my life. But not being trans. Even in the current political climate and with the danger that's always nearby. There's existential dread and then there's existential dread. Yeah, ya kinda have to be trans to understand that.

If there's anyone reading this that's struggling like I was three years ago, please know that there are plenty of potential new siblings out here to help you. Reach out when you're ready to embrace who you truly are. You're not alone.

Love,
Lisa