My friend and mentor through this whole male-to-female process died early yesterday morning.
She was already living full-time and had been on hormones for almost two years. Life was going well for her, and in spite of a few depressive episodes, she was doing fine. She had finished phlebotomy school and was looking for work. I worry that she committed suicide, and although I don't like to think about that, it's at the back of my mind. They found her body in her apartment yesterday morning, and they don't know what happened yet.
I'm so sad. She was the first transgendered person that I got to know, and she kinda took me under her wing, helped convince me that I wasn't a freak for feeling the way I do, and gave me all sorts of big sisterly advice that helped more than I think she realized. We even talked about being roommates at some point and mentally supporting each other through the transition. And now she's gone.
I guess I just needed to vent about this a little.
When I get depressed, which happens once in a while, I start to panic. I ask myself, what am I doing? Why am I doing this? Why do I want to transition? Am I just being silly? Should I be doing this? I know I shouldn't let this deter my transition, because this is something I really want, and when I'm happy, there's no doubt in my mind. But, I guess I just felt like she was going to be there every step of the way. I guess, obviously, the moral of the story is to be there for myself every step of the way. Still, I miss having that big sister around to remind me that I'm okay.
I'm just glad I found this website. I think I need it. Thanks for being there.