I lived a lie for a while and there were good memories and people. It was so hard when I got honest with myself and others. Living my truth is better but in a lot of ways I had to start all over. It still isn’t easy and I’m still lonely often, but there is progress, there is rebuilding. I won’t lie, its slow and it sucks, but the reality of the progress, the fact it is based on my truth (such that it is), makes every step forward that much more rewarding. Still, some days are hard and sometimes string together for a while, so I cling on to the real changes and ask for help when that isn’t enough.