Yesterday my journey reached its end and I underwent my GRS. It has taken 4 years in total from asking the GP and having a meltdown in the local shrink's office.
It has been a journey filled with joy, tears, amazement, happiness, bafflement and anger.
I now lie here in my hospital bed on my last lap. After this I am done with transition and I intend to live my life to the full. I have come out of this process a better person than when I went in, but all journeys have an end and an old binary gendered person like me looks on at this nonbinary, genderfluid stuff in incomprehension. Things seem to have moved on.
I have helped those I can help, and those that I cannot help I have referred to others. Like Gandalf the White, it is time I moved on myself.
Over the years I have been in and out of here many times but I think this may be my line in the sand.
To those of you travelling along behind me, my principal advice would be "believe in yourself". It is the key to everything.