My Gender Dysphoria

Groping at consciousness, I birth into morning. Within the twilight of sleep and morning light, I am formless and grope for my self. The sheets cozy me and I drift a pleasant little dream, free of worry. Then the final night’s sand drains away and the waking trance seizes control, slashing through the gauzy filaments of carefree languor, intruding with ugly pestering persistence, roughly inquiring after my business.

I'm sure many will relate to this nicely written post, from Heather.  My Gender Dysphoria, is from Heather's blog, Becoming Me.  It's her "week 69 HRT review."