I was so deep in denial that I had been quietly inching toward it for years and years--but without ever admitting to myself what was really going on. By the time I finally admitted it to myself, I had already taken it so far that I was able to skip over the back-and-forth internal debate. Once I came out to myself, I was already primed to start taking steps to living as a woman. I might take a long time to make up my mind about something. But once I do, that's it, I'm in it 100%. No hesitating, no wavering, no going back.
In other words, I skipped going through a conscious debate with myself about it. My unease at the whole idea was so strong it forced it under the surface, where it developed slowly and quietly for a long time. But once I took a conscious look at it, then it was immediately clear what the score was, and no need for further debate. That didn't mean I immediately knew everything that I would do about it. I just knew I seriously had to do something about it. A major change.
Once I'd come out, at first all I knew is that I was trans for certain. There remained to be settled the details of how to proceed. But that I would proceed immediately was not in any doubt. These details can't really be known until you've walked some way along the path. All I knew at first was that I was setting foot on this path, impatient at the beginning to find out where it would lead me. And that I was never turning back. As I trod the path, the way forward opened up soon enough and then I knew the way ahead, it was just a matter of persevering through the ordeal until I reached success.