Tbh, I would probably have told myself not to do it in the first place. But if I did anyway (I probably would have) I would have told myself not to chicken out like i did last september after I already started,cuz there's no going back and I just delayed the inevitable and made things harder. But I learned, so no real regrets.
See, I was miserable before but I didn't know anything else yet. If I could have found another way to live around the dysphoria that might have been preferable. But the second I chose to transition and put all that pre meditated thought into doing so, my fate was sealed and now there's no going back. That person died, the new person was born and the new one can never go home again because they/I don't belong. Which is oddly a mixture of relieving and biittersweet (sometimes more bitter, sometimes more sweet). But this is life, we make choices, which are sometimes hard, then we live with them which can be amazing/unbearable, but alwaays unpredictable
