It's the beginning of autumn (fall) here in the UK and we get a beautiful golden light in the early morning and late afternoon. It has rained overnight so everything looks shiny and gilded, it's really lovely. There's probably some kind of brilliant metaphor that I could try to link to there, but that's not where I'm going with this, I just wanted to share a nice moment with you. Perhaps I should have just taken a photograph. What I actually want to talk about is the patterns of thoughts that I have come to recognise in myself. I mentioned a couple of posts ago that it feels like my own brain is trying to 'gaslight' me into feeling or not feeling certain things and I suppose this is another example of that. A brief recap for those who haven't read the last few posts: I finally managed to come to terms with my wish to transition, made a plan to come out to my wife, and then my courage failed me and I didn't go through with it. T...
I’m just a boy who dreams of being a girl. These are my musings about that journey as I try to work out exactly what that means.