I tried (oh, how I tried) to make people happy and do for them. Always. Now I'm near forty and have finally realized that I have never truly loved myself, and I have never truly lived. I felt I was *wrong*, that I was some kind of monster. Anger was not *me*, and so I internalized it, turning on myself instead of the outside world. Only recently, after being through so much, have I realized that by not being true to myself I have cheated my friends and family from knowing the real me.
I *am* transitioning now, regardless of how my family and friends feel about it. Something that helps is to realize that if they truly love me, they want me to be happy. And if they truly love *me* they will love the person that has been hiding within all my life. And if they can't, well... maybe they didn't *love* me after all. They certainly don't love *me*.
I hope this helps, in some small way. I truly wish I had learned this lesson much, much sooner... but then again my life is richer for having my stepdaughters and my bio-daughter in it, so I guess I really wouldn't change anything. :\