You wanted me to tell you something to make you feel better? I'll tell you exactly what I have told myself today to bring myself out of a suicidal depression.
You are nothing short of magnificent. Transsexuals endure more heartache than an entire city's worth of cis-gendered people. We are living evidence that the human spirit is absolutely indestructible. If your pain is caused by the mockery of ignorant fools who know not the bliss they have received for free, remember them as such. It is YOU who should mock them, for they know NOTHING of pain and yet profess to know everything. If your pain is caused by disharmony between your mind and your body, remember that you are steadily on the advance toward resolving that disharmony. It's all a matter of time, and you'll have your freedom in the end. You're on HRT, which means you're closer to your freedom than even I. Cherish that freedom, and pursue it without relenting.
You have come too far, endured too much, to end it all now. Nature stole your birthright from you, your very womanhood. And now that you're so far on the course to finally regain what that wretched thief stole, you're going to let her keep it? Steal your womanhood back, and mock nature with it forever. Make the universe pay for ever crossing you by living a happy life in spite of its best efforts to destroy you. Every day you live will be another day that those who scoff against you have failed, another day that you've proven your station above them. Stand with me, Futura. Let's live in spite of the odds, in spite of our pain, so that we may prove that we more than any other deserve our happiness.
