Thread by @SandalwoodEmily

One year ago today, I told my therapist, "I'd like to think about thinking about transitioning," in true, "There are too many words in this sentence" fashion.

I thought I would have years before I began.

I made it about a week before coming out to a dear friend.

And then a few days more before coming out to my wife. And then more friends and more friends and coworkers and now, maybe, family.

I was 37. I thought I was ending my life, my marriage, my career. I wasn't.

There was more life on the other side.

I have barely come a few steps, but I have also come so far. My brain was a series of locked rooms, and once I was honest with myself about who I was, I opened them all up and flooded myself with light.

I've loved figuring out what all was hiding in there.

If you're thinking, "I wish I could do that too," you can. Take your time. Go at your own pace. You will know when you are ready. But if you're 16 or 106, you can do it. I promise you.

(Are there 106 year olds on Twitter???)

Anyway, trans day of visibility is in 10 days, so I'll post more sappy bullshit then. But I am eternally grateful to my old self for being the life preserver that got me to shore.

And now I get to be this cool lady you see tweeting before you. Wow!