Being transgender can be a lonely life. So many friends made, so many relationships come and gone. We get so close, we share some of the best memories of our lives. We live in a community, we share together, we cry together, best of all we support each other. There's a bond with each other that most don't understand unless you've gone through what we have. Eventually we disappear on each other because we move on with life. We are like foster children in each other's lives, there is heartbreak over and over again. We meet, become inseparable in a battle to be us, but we are forced apart by hate and bigotry. It's a constant struggle for the transgender community. We just want to live authentically, so badly. We just want to live a life like everyone else. To know we are safe. To relate with everyday things. When we look for comfort in what we knew all our lives, in a lot of cases family and friends are gone. We try to explain what we are going through and it's met with deaf ears. Met with a lack of comprehension. So, there is so much we bottle up. Loved ones forget about us, but we never forget about you. This life is not easy but it's ours, we'll stick together the best we can. We have a deep love for each other. That is why on this day tears run down my cheeks for our fallen brothers and sisters. Rest in power all my friends in this battle.
With love,
Melissa
