Still there.
I really screwed up on my first post here. So if anyone reads it, please overlook my ignorance, stupidity, rudeness. It was totally unintended. I feel awful about it. I really do. It's been eating at me since I posted it. Forgive me please.
Okay. Well, I'm really nervous of saying too much about myself at first. I've been on testosterone since 2002 (16 years). I've currently been working on my spiritual self and physical self, getting my mind and body in shape in order to meet someone special in my life. I don't know really if they're coming, or if I've missed my opportunity. I just hope I haven't.
I'm 34 years old. I was diagnosed with hypogonadism before the hyst surgery. They found malignant cysts on the one ovary I had (cringe!) and cervix (cringe cringe!). But they removed everything, so I'm okay as far as I know. I also had bilateral mastectomy, but due to being on psychiatric medications I've got gynecomastia. It's not real bad, but I'm not comfortable with it.
I've had mental issues going on since I was very young, and on medications for it since I was 15. Since my early 20's, I've been outside of the glbt community, just hiding myself away trying to get over the mental issues and find myself.
There have been a few spiritual awakenings happen during that time. Things I needed to realize about myself and about the world. But I've always been alone. I've always been to myself. Quiet. Tried to stay out of the way and invisible. Just blending in with the surroundings the best I can so not to cause trouble. But I think I've isolated myself so much that now I'm finding it difficult to come out of it.
Can anyone relate? I'm sure some of you can.
So now after the deep depression, I'm coming out of the rock, coming out of the tomb I put myself in. I've been eating a lot better and working out physically. Trying to watch and listen to positivity to get my mind back in order.
I've not had a date in 12 years. I've just kept myself in a terrible, unhealthy routine of sorrow, self-pity, depression and all that yuck stuff that I didn't need but didn't realize at the time.
So anyway, I'm here. I'm alive. I survive. :-) I can smile.

Thank you for taking the time to read. Please forgive my first posts, if you happen to see them.