I have been following these forums for a few years, knowing deep down that at some point I would transition. This year, it all came to a head, so to speak; beginning with a seemingly innocuous act that I have done every few years of my entire life: shaving off my shoulder length hair. This time, however, it had a monumental affect on my self. I slipped into one of the deepest bouts of depression I have ever faced.
A couple of months (and several blackout-drunk nights) later, I realized the issue and decided to seek treatment. It wasn't easy to find. I spoke with five doctors (none of which had ever had a trans patient) before finally being referred to a therapist, who would help me find the help I needed.
I have been on HRT for a month, and have come out to my closest friend, in addition to my wife of eleven years. Honestly, the last two months (since I decided to transition) have been the happiest of my life. Even with all of the anti-trans propaganda in the media these days, I know now who I am; who I have always been: Lilith Wild, a gay transwoman.
It feels good to finally be out from under all of this fog.