During my last down period, several Christian friends remind me of the meaning of the name Dorothy - A gift from God. During dark times, its hard to see myself in that light, but every once in a while I get a little bit of a reminder that yes, I'm a gift, a special creation, loved and cherished in ways beyond my meagre understanding.

I dont know if I will ever know all the answers to the "why am I like this?' question, but I can trust that there is a reason, a purpose for me being the person I am, and that said purpose is a good one.

Now, if I can only hold on to that hope when memories of my past threaten to overwhelm me, or when depression strikes, or when the feelings of being trapped between the genders squeezes at my soul ....

Ah, well.