I always figured that when I would talk to the mental health people that the clouds would part and I would see my path. Yeah right.

Now it seems my life has been thrown into the blender, and I really don't know what to think anymore. Partly in due to this is what brought my ER stay last sunday. This isn't to say i'm in a rush to leave and start transition. Quite the opposite. I guess I just know nothing, and have doubts as to what, if anything at all, I am.
Did anyone else go thru this? Where they questioned wethier or not they were TS? Half of me wants this so badly it hurts. The other is screaming to stop and think. Not to mention my religious beliefs, or what my mother tells me of my past. In myown words, it is me who will look in the mirror every morning, but mom always was the source of my guidence growing up.
I guess the moral of my story is 'be careful what you wish for.' I got my wish, I walked in ang got the diagnosis, and now I don't know how to live life anymore. Should I still make friends, knowing I will have to tell them someday? Do I still date, when it will be a farce?
Please tell me I am not alone in this, that someone had these same thoughts and worries. I just feel so messed up. :-[