Oh lordy, I was so scared. I was terrified, I had nightmares. I also did not comprehend how other woman did it. How could they take control of their lives and face the truth? It seemed to be impossible, I was different, I had so much to lose, I had too many people that would be hurt, I would lose my job, which meant I couldn't pay my wife's nursing home fees. I just couldn't do it.
I could come home from work, change into 'Cindy' and meet my friends here in fearful anonymity. I would cry myself to sleep.
Then one day I had had enough. I told my work colleagues. They all hugged me, well at least the women did, the men were incredulous.
Not one single fear I had eventuated. Just the opposite. I suddenly had friends. I could stop drinking, within months I was off depression medication. I didn't pass, I looked like a guy in a dress. I got weird looks, I even got some weird comments.
Then one day I realised that Peter had died and Cindy lived. I was a happy woman living her life. I took the covers off the mirrors in my home. I threw his clothes out.
I was me, a woman who was proud of herself and ready to face her life. But I was still afraid, I was forcing myself still.
Then one of my students came to me, a student and a friend, she is a forthright girl. She sat next to me and told me that she was disappointed in me. She told me that I had taught her and my other staff to be honest with themselves and to always strive to be the best they could be. She told me I had lied to her and to the others, I had refused to follow my own teachings.
That was the moment that I accepted me completely, yes I had lied, yes I had failed, yes I was a hypocrite.
I had to be me to help others who were in fear. If I couldn't do that my life was a waste and I was a failure.
You are not a failure, you are frightened. Being true to you is all that matters.
Cindy