So this week has been vacation for me, and in this time I've 1. Finally found my resolve, I told my therapist hands down I have no more doubts that I want to make a transition, and that I want to do anything in my power to get things underway. That my anxiety and depression are absolutely related to my gender issues. and 2. Tonight out of the blue, I woke up, got dressed (normal male top and shoes, my girl pants, underwear, and some makeup) and made my way out to my first ever support group meeting. For the first time ever I've met some M2F transsexuals, I've seen the end result and I'm astonished. I want it more than I want to achieve my dreams of love, and being a writer. And as amazingly determined as I feel now, I feel incredibly daunted by the road ahead of me now.
Needless to say, I'll be returning to their meetings anytime I get the right days off. And from now on, there will be no more questioning from me, aside from how I will make this work, the way I want it to work.