Ok, I'm the Crown Prince of Denial.

I've had gender identity issues since age 5; realised what that meant when I was 19; but decided to try to live as a 'woman' anyway because I didn't like the options at the time. My denial period lasted 21 years.
Was it easy?
Heck, no. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do, and I've buried loved ones.
At the time, I thought it would be easier to live in denial. If I could just ignore that horrible nagging feeling that's always in the back of my mind, I could be happy. If I could just figure out that one extra thing I'm missing, I will finally learn how to be a woman and that horrible feeling will just magically go away.
Well, it didn't. That horrible feeling grew and grew, until last year I finally found it completely intolerable and I realised that my only two options were transition or suicide. Suicide isn't an option for me because it hands an easy victory to my tormentors... so I bit the bullet, came out to my family, and decided to start transitioning.
That, of course, brings its own problems. There's a certain pain involved in each of those stages, but that pain is
temporary. The pain of gender dysphoria is life-long and it gets worse with age. So I had to choose between a brief and painful period of adjustment with my family, friends and colleagues... or a life-long increase in gender dysphoria. Or death.
So I chose to transition and that was the
genuine easy choice. I've been through enough to know that I can get through a temporary rough patch and come out the other side.
You know what? Everyone I've come out to says "Oh, you're so brave! Good for you for being true to yourself!". And I answer: "Brave? No, the brave part was trying to live my life as the wrong gender for 41 years. Transitioning is a piece of cake compared to that."