So today, this afternoon, I finally went to the county courthouse and filed my papers to have an official change of name and gender. I've been on hormones for nearly 4 years (but more than two of those years were low dose), and I've been full time for over a year now. The only reason I managed to last this long without changing my name was because I wasn't working and didn't go out much, but that situation is gradually changing, and the need to have the change become official has been increasing. (I think maybe half the reason I put it off for so long was also because it took me forever to decide on a middle name

). I don't have a court date just yet, but some day very soon, my real name is going to be Allison Lina (last name redacted, sorry, privacy concerns

).
I've been thinking a lot lately about what my transition has meant to me, as I move ever closer to another one of the big milestones. I've read a lot on these forums in the time since I joined, written by people who had mixed feeling about transition. By people who felt like they gained something important, but also had to give up other things that were also important. But looking back at everything, over the course of my entire life, I can honestly say, I lost nothing. I guess it's easy to say that though, when you had nothing to lose in the first place. I hated my life, I was effectively a shut-in, I only really lived for the sake of continuing to live, instead of the belief that anything in my life might make me happy.
I've also been thinking a lot about my life pre-transition and how things went so horribly wrong. It might not seem fair at first, to blame my problems on being transgender, because I didn't even really identify as such until the past two years or so. But it is clear to me now, it had a much greater impact than I could have ever realized. Even though I didn't believe I was a girl from a very young age, I always,
always felt like being a girl was the better thing to be. I had such an inferiority complex from this, that it gave me a pervasive sense of low self-esteem that made me hate myself and seek out abuse from other people. I never made the connection with this low self-esteem and gender dysphoria at the time, and it is only with the hindsight I have now after realizing what it actually feels like to feel good about myself, that I am coming to realize the full impact it had on my life. I really wish I had been one of the people who just knew they were a girl from a young age, because at least then I would have understood what I was dealing with instead of trying to make myself feel better in virtually every conceivable way except for the one that would actually have worked. If I could take a do-over on my entire life, I would, but at least now things have finally changed, and I can only imagine they will keep getting better.