Transitioning sucks, but on the other hand, I wouldn't be alive if I still had to live how I was back then. Transitioning has been both the best and worst part of my life.
The hardest part about transitioning for me, is waiting.
Patience is key for basically all trans people. Whether it's patience for acceptance, or hormones/surgery, or learning to love yourself, and seeing past the distorted reflection of yourself that doesn't match how you feel inside.
The hardest part is also finding the strength to tell people, knowing you can lose them from your life, or that things might never be the same if they never fully accept you. The hardest part is worrying about being alone and unsure whether the special somebody will ever be a part of your life because of 'complications'.
Honestly I don't know what has been the hardest part.
How did I handle it? I try to make the days go by as quickly as possible, keeping myself so distracted I lose track of the time and date. I used writing and letters to tell others. How I dealt with the rejection, well I just pushed that person away, because that's the type of person I am. If somebody can't accept me, I can quickly move on from it and not give a ->-bleeped-<-, just as long as they don't have to be in my life anymore. I handle the loneliness part, I guess through day dreaming and again distractions. I mean I never really handle anything the same. Sometimes i come on here, of course I like to do things independently, but other times this forum is the outlet for my pain and there are some amazing people on here with some great advice. I listen to music, I use creativity, whatever works. Nothing works the same twice for me. I'm always dealing with things how I see fit, when it comes time.
There are times when I sit here wondering if this was all worth it, or if I would have just been happier not going through all this bull->-bleeped-<- that so many call self inflicted because I CHOSE to be myself, but honestly all the good things that came out of it, are more than I could dream of. The way that I can look at myself now and not hate everything I see, the way I don't have to pretend to be some one else, it's my reward.
I think about all the times I get called he and I smile so hard it hurts, and no matter how much pain I'm in, I got all those amazing memories of people who I felt really saw who I am. Getting called sir, knowing that when I tell other people and they accept me, that I've truly met some of the most amazing people in the world. That really is how I get through it. All the good things get me through it.
I could never truly regret this decision. All though some days I think I possibly could, I know that at my core, I'm so thankful that the real me decided to speak up and face life, to find contentment.