about a week before i was able to come out to myself as trans my dear trans femme friend sent me this poem to look over. i remember being moved by the second paragraph, but i couldn’t make any sense of the third
That last paragraph reminds me when my anxiety had me at my lowest. Literally curled crying on the ground daily. Felt like I completely lost myself and had to reconstruct myself. I was clinging on for dear life. Literally every moment of holding on was a victory. Like the passage, I actually imagined having ropes to hold my mind together.
So glad that’s behind me now. Despite the pain I feel now, it pales in comparison to that. Feels like I can face anything now.
for me it was more like a 100lb weight i strapped to my chest. this burden i just had to bear. I felt light and free when I finally was able to tell myself that I could take it off
about a week before i was able to come out to myself as trans my dear trans femme friend sent me this poem to look over. i remember being moved by the second paragraph, but i couldn’t make any sense of the third
it all really is too clear now
That last paragraph reminds me when my anxiety had me at my lowest. Literally curled crying on the ground daily. Felt like I completely lost myself and had to reconstruct myself. I was clinging on for dear life. Literally every moment of holding on was a victory. Like the passage, I actually imagined having ropes to hold my mind together.
So glad that’s behind me now. Despite the pain I feel now, it pales in comparison to that. Feels like I can face anything now.
Beautiful writing.
Beautiful. I really want to share this to some friends.
Did your dear transfemme friend write this? Good shit.
no, and i don’t know who did, but i cab always ask
Oke, ty, just curious cause it’s superb
“Balloon on a string” is actually imagery I’ve thought of before myself
for me it was more like a 100lb weight i strapped to my chest. this burden i just had to bear. I felt light and free when I finally was able to tell myself that I could take it off