"He stepped aside and tried to make a few calls. Hugging his daughter and grabbing his head, you could tell he was heartbroken. This woman next to him at the front counter heard the whole thing."
"As hard as I have tried over the years, especially in high school, and as much as I may want it to be different, I just don’t feel it. I don’t. I don’t guess I’ve ever identified as a woman."
"I wish I knew the answers of how to make it better. But I don’t. I do know this, though. If anything I wrote sounds familiar to you then I hope it helps to know you are not alone in how you feel."
"Harried, hurried, and weighted down. Struggling, striving, yet slammed flat anyway. Carrying far more than I was able, and feeling like I was a falling step behind. Always. But I knew one thing to be true. That feeling wasn’t what God had for me."
