I cannot tell you how many "WTF Am I Doing

" meltdowns I had early on. All I was able to see during the darkest of those times was how crazy I was. What a Fools Errand I was on. I made it this far. WHy blow up your world. And the Guilt, and especially the Shame. The pain and anguish I was causing my wife. Unilaterally redefining the marriage. Blowing apart her world... Our World. Our shared hopes, wishes and dreams of a long happy future together and the great adventures we'll have. The shame, proving without a doubt what a totally disappointment and F'up I proved myself to be. The Prodigal Son turns to the Dark Side. That close call in my teens finally coming back. They failed, I failed.
I can go on, as I am sure you have a long laundry list too even before getting to the balding since 14, 6 ft tall, big every everything, not a womanly feature about me part. Yet deep down inside I knew so much, if not EVERYTHING, I was doing in the past NOT Handling being trans slowly and inexorably had been killing me inside. Turning me into a lifeless, soulless thing that merely existed and did as expected. No Hopes. No Wishes. No Joys. No Happiness. No Dreams, bar one given up on long long ago.
"I Know What Does Not Work" became my daily affirmation. It helped to pull me out from the meltdowns. Even the ones made all the worse when I slacked off on HRT at the same time. It is a vicious cycle that Death Spiral of Depression. The only thing close to joy and happiness I was able to see was the image of Joanne looking back at me in the mirror. Not the sad old man. For a brief instant the fog cleared and I could see how far I had come. The personal growth I achieved. How much better of a person. Heck, even learning what it is like to BE a person, had happened by doing all that I was.
During the darkest and most shame and guilt ridden times brought on by the pain I was causing my wife, we would talk. Often I would make the offer to stop all the nonsense if she needed me to. She would always say no. "It's something you need to do, to explore". The answer I secretly longed for, though she was never shy about her expressing her dismay over the turn of events in our life.
As the months passed and the next meltdown came along her answer subtly changed to "You know you can't" followed by her same observance about my personality changes for the better. Again followed by my doing so will likely lead to the end of the 'Us'.
Six, seven years later I still get my meltdowns as I balance a male life, my female side, being a husband, being a lifemate, being a provider, being one who needs nurturing. I life in absolute fear of returning to the dark days and regressing back down to that 'Thing' I had forced myself to become in order to survive living up to others expectations of me as a 'Man'.
I look back and see that today I am in a far better place. I am living a dream. Perhaps not "The' dream but how many people of the 8 to 10 billion on Planet Earth gets to?