I knew that when I decided to transition I was going to have to destroy
my old life, but I had hoped to do that by replacing piece after piece gently
with something better. Instead, I had the foundation ripped out from under me
and I’ve been forced to watch everything that I once was collapse around me
into a giant heap of rubble.
I thought long and hard about featuring this post, from Emma. I try to be diverse in the kinds of posts I feature, and I think Halle and Jenny will agree with the posts they've featured in the past. I try to stay away from the "down" posts, but his one needs to be read.
I have known several who have the dark thoughts Emma outlines in her post. Most have survived and are now leading happy and productive lives. In my heart I hope, and indeed know, this will also be the case for Emma.
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