I've kept a diary/journal since i was about sixteen. I had an event then and it was thought that writing my thoughts down when I wished would be beneficial. It has been a total hoot.
I have read about a woman growing up.
I used to think had missed out on my teen female years and my early life female years. I hadn't I just didn't realise it.
Now I can reflect and enjoy my triumphs and my tragedies.
The exact time I took my first dose of oestrogen, sitting in a the car park outside the chemist

The first time I went out as me, terrified little wimp.
The second and third times quaking in my high heels.
My first laser, My first eyebrow shaping. My first coming out. My sitting in the make up chair and trying not to run like Hell.
My first, 'Can I try these on' in a boutique.
My first time asking a guy at the gym to lift a weight on to the leg press because I couldn't lift it safely any more. My legs are strong but upper body has decreased.
My first time being insulted by jerks at the gym. Watching the jerks being taken away by two guys who I had never spoken too, but each had more muscle in either arm than in my body. Their easy smile and comment that if I ever felt bothered to let them know.
My tears.
My total and unexpected joy and complete delight in accepting myself.
My Psychiatrist telling me I'm the happiest TG MtF he has ever met.
My tears and fears that tear me apart.
Going back and finding where I have come from.
My name is Cindy, Queen of Queens: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair . With apologies to Shelly and Ozymandias

Keep a journal, it helps.
Sometimes we forget the steps we have taken.
They are big steps by very brave people.
Never forget that.
And keeping a journal helps.
Hugs
Cindy