”Writing a book has come up a few times over the years, but it never felt right and, quite frankly, it didn’t feel possible. I could barely sit down, let alone be still long enough to complete such a task. My brain’s energy was being wasted, a ceaseless drip attempting to conceal and control my discomfort. But now is different. New. At last, I can sit with myself, in this body, present— typing for hours, my dog, Mo, lounging in the sun, my back straighter, my mind quieter. This previously unimaginable contentment wouldn’t have arrived without the health care I’ve received, and as attacks against gender-affirming care increase, along with efforts to silence us, it feels like the right time to put words on a page.”
— from Pageboy by Elliot Page
