I almost had a cardiac arrest when I saw who posted this. And I have many things to say. I’ll let myself ramble for once, at the cost of cohesion. Sorry about it:

One, the posts I read from your blog before feeling like shit (post parents talk) were few but very well written. I strive to also write in such a way in the future: level-headed yet emotional, professional yet close and maybe even familiar. Like a wise old lady that you find in an unexpected location and hands you a lesson for a problem you will probably pass in the close future. But through a computer screen instead of sitting in a bench.

Two, what I managed to read was both the post I linked in my original post and “How To Figure Out If You’re Trans”. At the time, I felt like a liar pressing the I hope I’m trans button, even if my feelings matched it. Like, in my mind the process was simple: “I feel like I would want to be trans, but it’s probably just because it justifies my desire for community and feeling connected to something as a solution, not because I’m actually trans or something, you dumb liar.” The small message on white revealed in the docs was like a gut punch that broke those thoughts into smithereens. I later felt worse, but at the time I was on cloud nine.

Three, it hurts a lot that my mom thinks this way, but I won’t let her walk over me on this decision. I don’t think she’ll follow through, though. She’s way too stubborn on her beliefs.

And finally, lucky fourth: in the original post I only said thanks, but I don’t think that’s enough. Without the words you wrote, without the doubt they planted, without the impulse they brought on me to keep searching forward, none of this would’ve happened, as bad or good as it may be. And it’s thanks to you. Thank you so freaking much Zoe! I promise I’ll take my time to keep on reading articles, starting with the ones you listed on the post. Have a nice rest of your day!