After months of resisting and pushing back and trying not to, I retrieved my clothes. Sat in my make up, wig, jeans, cardigan, I've not gone completely over the top glamourous - just a normal girl really, but it feels so relaxed. I feel like I'm me again and all's right with the world.
The reality is that this big step means that nothing is right with the world. The world that I hoped to be part of, that I strived to enjoy, may just have departed me. The trade off is that my sanity remains - I'm not actually sure it would have lasted much longer without taking this step.
The journey resumes and come what may, I need to stay on it. Where are the exits somebody, I have a feeling this is going to be a bumpy ride.