Hope it's OK to stick with this point for now.
The one I know the most is guilt.
Guilt over lying about who I am. It's too easy for me to excuse myself, circumstances, fear and such. But if I were to ask myself, was my life any better for lying? The answer is no, it was probably worse, because I fooled no-one, least of all myself.
If I'm going to be honest, the fear of being attack wasn't too much of a barrier. I've been attacked. You get over it, it just an insult really. But the fear of how my own family would have behaved. Fear that they may have invited me somewhere on the pretence of accepting me, only to humiliate me.
I'm now at a stage where I couldn't go further, no matter how much I want to. It's part of life, I don't seek nor ask for any pity. But I feel so much guilt now. Guilt for failing. Not just myself, but everyone else. My failure to simply be more open will have made it so much worse for others.
But most of all, guilt for deciding now, literally a few months before things became impossible.