What made me unhappy this morning is the thought of all the work it'll take to go from female to male, even before I have surgery or anything. It's scary and daunting, the task of becoming male, and yet, I have no choice. Even if it took the rest of my life, I' do it. Better to die on the right path than live my entire life on the wrong one.
So, I guess it's not really unhappiness, but me being scared and intimidated But it feels like unhappiness, anyway. I wish I could snap my fingers and make myself a man, but I have a feeling all that scary stuff that has me down is the necessary stuff, too, to get my head in the right space.
I'll let the unhappiness or whatever hang around for another hour or two, but then it'll be time to start the day and I'll kick it to the curb and try to look on the bright side: at least I finally figured out what was wrong with me since forever. I know why I never felt like a "woman" but like some male brain stashed in a female jar.
Happy thoughts . . . happy thoughts. . . .