Optimistic Nihilism Fueled by Ennui

I once had a therapist tell me that I was an optimist.

Years later, another told me I was a nihilist.

I once had a therapist tell me I was a crossdresser.

Years later, I had others tell me I was trans.

I think I’m coming to decide that they’re all full of shit, because I was probably those things at those moments in time, but they don’t define me. They might be arcs that I have traveled, but they’re not the courses I’m locked into, condemned to follow for the rest of my life.

I get to choose, not them.

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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