I want to thank everyone for the kind words.
I think Amy brought up a good point to why I feel the way I do. I am jealous. We ALL go through some sort of hell in transition. Some more than others. But, it seems like I keep paying into this, and I'm not getting anything out of it. I keep wondering when by opening up and letting that "inner girl" out, I'm going to start seeing that reward.
I don't feel anxiety because I feel like I should be more feminine, I have anxiety because I want to be more feminine, but am not. I am so masculine and male in my appearance and attitude that it is killing me. And it feels like my facade has raped me to the point where I don't even know if my real self is alive anymore. And then I punish myself for it. And I've felt this way since I was around six. I have literally hated myself more than anything I can think of, since I was in Kindergarten.
I know of the things I can control, I am feeling very off about my voice. Go listen to it in the Voice Therapy thread. That has been my best attempt at a female voice, and it is...bad. Even worse, is that I get complimented on my male voice ALL the time at work. I work in a call center, so my voice is the only thing the customer has to interact with me. It's looking more like I'm going to need a speech pathologist, and I cannot afford one. I can't even afford laser hair removal. And I need to keep going to therapy. I think my thread proves that point.
I remember the first time I had a dream as a girl when I came out to myself, again. I was at some debutante party. All the girls were wearing pink and I was in black. And I remember sitting on a couch, off from the majority of the other guests, and I remember how confident I felt, sitting there, watching everything go on. And then this guy approached me, and we started talking. He said he couldn't help but notice me and how I seemed unique and different than the other girls at the party. We sat and talked all night, enjoying each others intelligence.
I feel like that is the person I should be. I have a strong connection to Amanda Palmer and other artistic types, and that is the person that I imagine myself becoming, or rediscovering, depending on how you look at transition. I actually used to be an art major, but gave it up when I got to college. I realized that my work was trite crap, and I'd rather not embarrass myself. I wonder, though, if that lack, or loss, of creative energy is from being trans. How can an artist create when she can't be herself, let alone a whole person. That artistic drive is one of the things I've been hoping will come back to me during transition, but who knows?