So when I was offered a blog spot I was excited but at the same time I was scared. I love to write and I’m pompas enough to believe tbhat others give a shit about what I have to say. There’s alot on my mind epspecially with everything going on this past year.
As of this month, April , I will have been transitioning for a year. It’s been a um………… very interesting year. One full of heartaches and good surprises. Every once in a while I’ve asked myself. “why am I doing this?”
I’m someone that has had so much tragedy and abuse in my life growin up that as an adult, I try to avoid conflict and stress. Just had enough of it for a lifetime. Yet here I am, inviting in a life that will have ostrasized from family and friends. A life that almost guarintees me a hard time getting jobs. A life that kind of leaves me a second class citizen.
The answers though are always the same. This is the only life I can live. I can’t any longer stand being uncomfertable looking at myself in the mirror. Being a fraud to my friends and love ones. I was tired of seeing other women just living their lives and being filled with such jealousy, anger and depression. More importantly, I’m doing this because I have a reason to be happy.
But why write a blog? I have no ideas. Maybe to express myself about my life and what I see going around me. I see alot injustice and the more voices out there crying fowl and letting others know of this the closer we are at have equality for all. Does this make any sense? who knows.