I Stand Alone...

A conversation between my sister and I today via text message...

Her: The family is concerned about you, are you ok?

Me: I'm fine...Just deciding to stay to myself for a little bit. Honestly, it's kinda hard being around yall & still being called "old name" and she, when that's not who I am anymore... I know that everyone doesn't understand it or whatever, so I just decide to be alone.

Her: Ok. But I hope you don't expect them to stop treating you like "old name" when that's what they have been doing for 28 years.

Me: All I want is to be addressed correctly. Me changing my name is no different than someone getting married & changing their name.

Her: They will never call you Sean. Are you going to stop talking to them for that?


I never replied back. It's a reason why. Life always has it's way of showing you the truth, whether you want to accept it or not. I've played these scenarios in my head over and over since I stopped being around my family a few weeks ago, hoping that something more would come out of it. Understanding, compassion, effort...something. But this is my family, why the hell was I expecting anything different? Excuse me, was my family. If I could put how I feel right now into words, I would... But, ironically, I feel nothing. Because it just solidifies everything I've been preparing myself for these past few weeks.

I stand...alone. Tall, with my head held high, ready to face the rest of this life and experience everything that it brings. With every disappointment, comes triumph, with every failure comes success, and I will be everything that I am destined to be...with, or without them...

peace.