Today, I realized that the voice of my negative inner monologue that tells me I'm worthless and weak has changed.. It used to sound like my mom and sometimes my dad.. On really bad days, that voice sounds like my grandfather...Now? It sounds like her...my supposed girlfriend.... it's taken so long for me to believe I don't deserve this.
I'm going to survive... I can do this. I will get out of this prison. I'll start HRT. I'll change my name.... I'll do everything she tried to talk me out of and I'll never speak to her again. I'll survive, if only to spite her for every time she made me think I'd wither and die without her...
I'm small, and in pain, and I'm tired, but I'm gonna get out alive.















