One thing i know the feeling of,is feeling like everything is being thrown at you as you try to push forward.After 30 years of living in hell-i finally only found myself a year and a half ago *wasnt ALL that long ago* Since then i had been trying VERY hard to do everything that was needed to accomplish my goals and always hit walls *cant help you,we dont do that,huh?* no doctors,no meds,no nothing (aside from the fact that im 99% broke all the time and have nothing because i threw out my old stuff) and times i flopped down and said *i cant do this anymore,im tired* but everyday i woke up and it was still
me.So i thought *there HAS to be a way!?* and even though i knew talking to my GP and local mental health,would bring the possibility of losing services and even my health care,i didnt care anymore.Even though i had been presenting as *my real self/male* that whole year and a half,i thought it was time to make a choice and i did.First i talked to my mental health and said *i know you guys dont do that here and all and off the record,i need to make clear that i AM transgender and i do have every intent to accomplish my future goals and that includes hormones,information changes and even SRS* well i was suprised to find her very supportive *off the record of course* and as time went on,she started getting more involved with my transition herself.She started to ask questions to learn,Was going to help me get the clothes and items i needed for said transition *:O* even said in the future she hopes to start helping people.She even went as far to say that she would *try* and ask around and see if she could help find someone to at least take me on for HRT. *which got no word on that* but it made me feel more confident and i realized *this is the way.I need to do something,even if im worried or afraid* but even after that awesome step,life decided to say *i dont think so* and started to throw things at me to discourage me.I had issues with friends *suddenly* pop up out of no where and i thought *wth?! why NOW!* issues with my own place to live and so many other things but i refused to stop.I said to it all in other words,along with the bird *oh no you dont! i dont care what you throw at me,i aint stopping!* So yesterday i seen my GP and done the same with her and out of ALL the issues and feeling like i wanted to give up,she refer'ed me to a endo and i should be getting a word sometime soon so i can start HRT.And wouldnt you know,right after that an *old friend* decided to break past my block and *try to talk to me again* and i just laughed lol (mind you this friend was a ***** and i stopped being their friend for a reason) so to know this took place after,was another shot and for me now,its not even a worry because there is nothing nor anyone going to hold me back or down.
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To,per say,Sometimes you need to ball up your fist and punch it/them in the face and say *Get out of my way!!*
(not literally and if thats even something you NEED to do,go for it man!)