Thanks Katie, Laura and Dena for your support

Laura, yes I had my SRS with Kamol
I am taking Effexor, Wellbutrin, Duloxetine and Lamotrigine, prescribed by my psychiatrist, and the medication has helped me a lot. I also been going to a psychologist once a week. In the last few years I've had therapy with other psychologists and i'm glad I did, because I got to know myself more and developed ways to deal with my issues. The medication and the years in therapy are probably what gave me strength to hold on. I guess it will take time to heal those wounds...
I always knew I had to study hard so I could get a good job and have the money for srs. When I was accepted in the university, my mother told me that she only would allow me to go if I presented myself as a boy; unfortunally I said yes, because it was the only way to get out of that place, witch means I had to go back in my transition and let go of my dream to start a new life as a girl . I was 18 at that time... but since I started hrt at 13, with long hair and a female appearance obviously nobody saw me as a boy. Because of that everyone saw me as a weird creature with no gender, they didn't know wether to use male or female pronoums etc. To make things worse my dear mother put me on a male dorm room. It was a nightmare. At 20 I had enough and started living full time. Things got better for a while. Since my field is in the health care, I had to to an internship in a teaching hospital, and everything was ok but when they found out I was trans, some professors made things difficult for me, to the point I almost quitted. I felt dead inside, but I had to finish school and get my degree... so I had to take all kinds of crap daily. The worst part was to deal with that pretty much alone.
Anyway I finally graduated and started working in a place where nobody knew about me and saved the money for srs and some other cosmetic procedures. Life is way better now, i get to interact with nicer people and live without all that pressure. People say I am pretty and i'm finally doing things like reading a book or going to a different place to eat, witch I had no time to do before. I feel better, but at the same time empty.
After so much stress and pain I don't know what to to from now on. It's like i'm afraid to keep on with my life. I know things are different now, but i'm afraid to endure such horrible situations again. I