I wasn't going to post in this thread because my feelings have been somewhat of a rollercoaster. But... yeah, I dunno. Sorry. This may get a bit rambly. Feel free to move along.

For the longest time my feelings have been... shall we say ambivalent. In my life I have been though some horrible things. Things I don't often talk about. Certainly not in public. Things that happened as a direct result of being trans. Violent, hateful things. Things that... *sigh* it doesn't matter. Point is... I have every reason to hate it. With a passion. To hate what it's done to me.
But I don't.
It took me a long time to get things straight in my head. Some cold, dark places. Long periods of time where I hated the world. A world that could be so cruel just because someone's different. A world where people could look upon someone else with such venom and hatred to the point where they would crush their dreams without a thought. And I put the blame on myself. It was
my fault. If I wasn't like this then I would be okay. If things had been different then things
would be different. I could dream. And plan. And... be someone else. Someone without pain. I have been to places I honestly thought there was no coming back from. Places I didn't
want to come back from.
But one thing I have believed, and still believe, through all this, is that my goal in life is to help people. It's something I believe I am here to do. It makes me happy. It makes me feel better to see someone else feel better. I smile when another person smiles. Even someone I don't know. Maybe even especially someone I don't know. As silly as this probably sounds, I feel people's pain. But I also feel their joy.
And I have learned that... well... in life sometimes it's better to think about who you want to be, rather than think about who you wish you were. Being trans has allowed me views of life and sense of self that I have been able to share with others. Everything that has happened to me, it isn't because of who
I am. It's not because I'm something that deserves to be punished or wiped away. It's because of who other people are. Their own insecurities and predjudices. And that's their problem, not mine. Life is what it is, and a different path may be no less difficult. Sometimes you have to walk the path you're on and make the most of the opportunities along the way. To look for the good you can do, rather than the bad that is done to you.
In that... I don't hate being trans. I don't hate being me. It has allowed me contact with many, many incredible people. It has allowed me to explore myself, and to help others explore themselves. To grow as a person and watch other people grow. It has allowed me to do what I believe I am here to do. And in that... no matter what happens to me, I will be thankful. And thankful to everyone I met along the way. I love the doors it has opened. I feel that I have had the opportunity to discover myself through being trans that I may not have had otherwise. That perhaps the impetus would not have been there. That... I know who I am more than I ever did, or maybe would.
And lastly... that I can use the things I've felt in my life... the negative emotions... to hopefully help others to not have to feel the same way. So on balance... I am grateful, not hateful. For myself. For all of you. And for being allowed to be myself.
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Sorry, that went on a bit.