Growing up— I never felt that I would be in the right body, ever. Those around me, turned the other way whenever I got too comfortable to express my own actual self. Every day, it feels like a living hell. Waking up, realizing I was never happy about being in the right body.
Starting a journey like this was never easy, people would ridicule me or push it down and ignore it. Every night, pain and sorrow— holding my tongue, I could never enjoy life with this life being forced on me and locking my real self away.
