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nostalgia/regret?
I attended an event at my high school, and seeing people do things I used to do makes me feel a sense of nostalgia and simultaneously regret. I never thought I would feel like this, but the note that goes on the more I regret not transitioning earlier. I had most of the mental pieces I needed when I was in school, and I just wasn't able to get past certain mental blocks, or bring myself to care. I feel nostalgia, not entirely for what happened, but for what could have been, what I could have done, how much I could have lived. Instead I made my way through school mostly as a husk going through the motions, mistaking getting better at doing that for living.I already came to terms with all of this, and I understand that things happen a certain way, and my life might have been different if I transitioned earlier. I could never resist thinking about alternate history, but now I do it for myself as well.
I once again posted before journaling. Sorry for venting 😅
On the bright side, I can now build a foundation for which to interact with others, and see practically starting from scratch as a "fresh start"! I know it'll happen eventually, once I get out of this weird moratorium phase of my life.
This place is just everyone’s journal when they don’t have a journal on hand.