scratch that previous post...

Sometimes this situation has me thinking stupid. I'm messed up and tend to get ahead of myself. There will be no living full time as Joanna. What WILL happen is just the right amount of crossdressing which keeps me from jumping off a building. I've got an illness and I need to treat it as such. Fantasy scenarios happen when you don't have your head screwed on right. What I'd give to be normal and get rid of this infernal bullshit problem.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to the days when I didn't accept myself and could hold my breath and not cave in. Thank God I've got something bigger than myself to worry about. Without my kids I'd really be in a pickle.


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