The Therian Process

Introduction

"I can't let her define me."
"This wasn't my choice."
"I'm just as normal as they are."
"I just have to stay strong."
It's tough, not knowing the body you belong in. I researched my emotions, and I found out I wasn't alone. I was a Therian. I was a wolf at heart, and nothing could change that.

My original name was Kayla. Kayla Prevost. I've recently been having a lot of troubles. My brother introduced me into a world Paganism, homosexuality, and reincarnation. These are the procedures I'm comfortable doing, and I'm proud of that. After I discovered my these feelings, and also the fact that I was a Therian, I consulted my friends. Most supported me.

But, there was one girl. She made fun of me for it. Afterwards, I constantly sat in front of the mirror and told myself that she was wrong about what she said to me.

What's worse than being stuck in a family and friend group of religious homophobes? Nothing. Especially when you are none of those.

I've spent a lot of time resisting the urge to howl at the moon and run on all fours to the forest down the street. To get this off my mind, I went outside, under the moon, to meditate. Around 5 minutes into the process, things changed. There was a bright light. I was walking through a forest.

When I reached the source of light, I saw a shocking image. It was my wolf form, in between two shiny, gorgeous crystals. Then I noticed four wolf pups beneath her. The smallest one suddenly fell over, in obvious pain. After sounds of whimpering, everything fell silent.

Suddenly, the vision stopped. For a few minutes. After a while, my wolf form, Misty, howled at the moon for the loss of her pup.

I suddenly jolted up to my feet. My heart was pounding. Something wasn't right. I suddenly fell to the ground with a pressure lingering to my chest. I looked around, there was a wild boar standing next to my mother's patch of sunflowers. Then I looked up. There was Misty, her paws squeezing into my chest.
At this moment, I realized that nothing would ever be the same. But I'm ready. Readier than I'll ever be.
As my brother would always say,
"With a wolf's spirit, and friends to guide you, nothing is impossible."
I'll remember that through my journey, my strange little journey.
It's called life.
And I'll get through it.