I feel as though I'm beginning to wake from a very long daydream. I don't know what to expect when the haze disappears, but I know I'm excited as hell to see it, no matter how terrifying it is. I'm just beginning my transition, and there are just too many emotions going through me at once to make sense of anything. I'm so excited to finally put into action one of my earliest dreams, a desire that has been buried deep in my bones from birth, but I'm so scared of such a dangerous leap. There is no returning once I move forward, each step will erase the one behind, and I'm so afraid that I want it to. I'm angry that I'm put into this situation just to be happy. I don't want my peace to come at the distress of others, but so many people are going to be hurt by my confession, so many tears. But tears fall like rain, and rain can wash us clean, give us fresh ground.
A new start, finally awake, finally real.
