I began something that was....much...worse.
I began smoking marijuana. The drug released stress and helped me to sleep again. It also helped me begin eating. For those of you who don't know, marijuana increases your hunger, hence, helping me eat again.
Although some may view this as a good thing, I don't. Addictions, no matter what type, or what degree, are bad for both the body, and the mind. But, at the time, I couldn't seem to realize that, therefore, I became addicted to marijuana. Shortly after, I discovered that my sister smoked as well, and it became something we often did together.
During one of our "influenced conversations" I came out to her as transgender. I remember, her exact words were, "You will never be my brother, I will never call you my brother, you are my sister"-Conner
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RandomHi, this story is based on My own personal experiences, and the people's names included are the actual names of the people involved.(The ones who gave me permission)