02/06/2026
Ever feel a quiet ache for the version of you that had to hide?
Maybe it’s the kid who stayed silent or the teenager who shrunk to fit in. That version of you who might have transitioned or come out sooner: the one who lived without apology.
That feeling? It’s not a sign something is wrong. That’s grief.
You’re allowed to mourn versions of yourself that didn’t die: they just had to mask to survive. As a trans therapist who’s walked this road, I know this mourning often hits just as you’re finally starting to bloom.
If you grew up q***r, trans, or neurodivergent, masking wasn't a failure; it was an intelligent survival strategy. Instead of looking back with resentment, what if we said: “Thank you for getting us here. You can rest now.”
We’re exploring this further in Friday’s new blog: a gentle look at the cost of survival and how to honor the person you used to be.
You’re so not alone in this. 🌿