(Note: TW Suicidal thoughts)
Jayne, I had a similar experience. It's never really left me but I wrote it off as an impossibility and moved on. I ate myself nearly to death. I dealt with my body dysphoria by trying to destroy my body. I'd go back and forth with, "But I like sports, I can't be trans," to "god, I'd wear a skirt everyday if I could." So I get the yo yo feelings. For me, if I'm being honest, I've already begun transitioning. It started when I broke my nail biting habit, then continued when I taught myself to live a healthy eating lifestyle with exercise. As the pounds dropped, I could see myself as a woman more and more easily.
There was a day back in late July, I had lost about 60 lbs and I was in a super dark place. I was healthier than I'd been in a long time but still depression clung to me. Up until this point, I considered myself a crossdresser. I was aware of this girl inside me who demanded to be called Katelyn. So I was sitting in my running car and all of a sudden this thought hit me. Staring ahead at my open garage, it would be so easy. Just pull up and close the garage door behind me and this terrible feeling would be over forever. I shifted into drive but then something stopped me. It was her, it was Katelyn. "You're transgender you idiot!" She said to me.
All of a sudden the air felt fresher and the colors were more vivid around me. I had a vague sensation of the world spinning, like I was completely drunk, but this only lasted for a minute. All of a sudden my burden was lifted and my life had purpose. Katelyn wasn't just some figure that resided in my head. I am Katelyn. She's gorgeous and funny and loves boys. Katelyn needed to be given the chance to live, I needed to live.
The point of my sharing that story is to say that self realization and self acceptance are not things that can be forced. However, when you experience them, it is a magical experience. I've since moved on to other hsrdships, but struggling with whether or not I'm trans is not one of them.