The "one real regret" you described is so real. It's grief, and one I struggle to manage on a good day. I didn't transition until my mid-thirties. I feel like I only just started living, and my body only just now is starting to feel like my own--something I'm actually willing to use as an avatar for worldly interaction. I'm angry at myself for not being smarter or braver or whatever and transitioning in my teens, so I could have had a twenties full of stupid decisions and mad-scientist experiments in intimacy instead of... yeah. And now I'm 36 with a bunch of other issues I won't get into on somebody else's substack. Point is, thanks for sharing. Grief can't be suppressed. It needs to do what it needs to do, to some extent. But depression is isolating and it lies; it's all too easy for me to slip into the illusion that I'm Completely and Fundamentally Alone. I'm glad I read this. Thanks for writing it. (and also thanks for the cats)
Gosh I'm really glad you're here. You are such a unique, beautiful flame we'll all be poorer when you're gone. Which is hopefully a long, long time from now. Welcome to your 40s. They're pretty rad.
I’m so glad you are still here (and if you weren’t…omg… I’d not only be left in despair for the rest of my life but in the afterlife- if there is one- I would hunt you down with those dogs in hand!)
The "one real regret" you described is so real. It's grief, and one I struggle to manage on a good day. I didn't transition until my mid-thirties. I feel like I only just started living, and my body only just now is starting to feel like my own--something I'm actually willing to use as an avatar for worldly interaction. I'm angry at myself for not being smarter or braver or whatever and transitioning in my teens, so I could have had a twenties full of stupid decisions and mad-scientist experiments in intimacy instead of... yeah. And now I'm 36 with a bunch of other issues I won't get into on somebody else's substack. Point is, thanks for sharing. Grief can't be suppressed. It needs to do what it needs to do, to some extent. But depression is isolating and it lies; it's all too easy for me to slip into the illusion that I'm Completely and Fundamentally Alone. I'm glad I read this. Thanks for writing it. (and also thanks for the cats)
Gosh I'm really glad you're here. You are such a unique, beautiful flame we'll all be poorer when you're gone. Which is hopefully a long, long time from now. Welcome to your 40s. They're pretty rad.
I’m so glad you are still here (and if you weren’t…omg… I’d not only be left in despair for the rest of my life but in the afterlife- if there is one- I would hunt you down with those dogs in hand!)
Thank you! Happy Birthday and I wish you many more moments free of darkness!
glad you’re here. happy birthday.
Thank you for your honesty. Sending you all the virtual hugs you can handle. This world is better because you're here.
I'm glad you're here. Sending you love.
You touch so many lives, Cassandra, and I'm glad you're here.
Just to say that I thought this was beautiful ❤️