I lost my job 4 years ago. Fortunately I was able to find a replacement. Unfortunately it was 350 miles away. I had to move from just outside NYC to rural WV. My wife had to stay behind, guard the house, and bark at strangers.
I am a shy very closed person like many T folks. A stranger in a very strange land. All my work mates have families to go home to. All scattered about a 50 airline mile radius from work. So I was left with waaaaay too much time alone with my thoughts. Which I fixed that by eating and drinking too much.
I needed that experience. If it weren't for that isolation, working a job for the first time in 30 years I can do asleep, not half but about all my brain tied behind my back and still outshine all the other engineers, I lost the big 3. The tools I used to avoid thinking about the demon within I carried since early childhood. I had no more Diversions, Distractions and denial.
After much self examination I came to realize pretty much all of my life's major disasters were the result of being trans and the behavours I honed to hide and cope with it. I came to realize I cannot go on that way. It doesn't work. It never really worked. Over the course of my life I became a lifeless robot, existing with no joys, no happiness. My only mission to work to pay bills as well as work to not think about things I don't want to think about.
The solution I determined was to take the beast head on. Great! I moved from just outside NYC to hillbilly country. Undetered I searched. I tried every concievable combination of terms for TG support. It took about three months before stumbling across a local, local being 90 miles away, TG group. That first meeting marks the day my life changed.
Since about the age of 12 I've been reseaching and reading a lot of info on TG, tried experimenting twice in my 20's with transitioning, even had romantic relationships with TS's when I decided no way I can go through transitioning after spending a good portion of my life being a big fat target for multiple other reasons. None of that prepared me for being in a living room filled with other women who transitioned, were working on it, or couldn't. Women just like me. Searching, coping, living, sharing. Not looking for hook-ups. Just looking to help anyone who is hurting.
A lot has changed in 4 years. I thank God daily for the gifts I recieved. Not so much for the buckets of tears both my wife and shed. Yet even with her our love and relationship has grown even stronger.