I've never felt like I belong in this world, but I've never found one I do belong to .. I walk around in this world, lost...wandering in a world I didn't come from...living a life I didn't want...who am I? Where is my home? Where are my people hiding?....did the people of this world kill them? Am I the last or the first of my kind? Or....are there more out there like me....wandering, lost and confused wondering where I am?
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yeah...
there's a lot of us out here. Hiding in plain sight even. Some of us are very good at disguising that fact. Some of us are even hurting very deeply. So rest assured, you are not alone. Some of the more skilled of us even decide to write to release some of their pain. Others of us do the support work from behind the scenes, preferring to remain in the shadows.
But nothing changes the fact that we are alone, not accepted, and no one understanding us.
Friends... a word so foreign.
I guess, someone somewhere has to make the first effort. Reaching out.
Well, you found us. This is where we are hiding. ^^
Just blink your eyes, take a breath, and look around you.
Sephrena
We look for acceptance
and belonging from others but it's ourselves with whom we have the greatest struggle. Once past that hurdle, what's convincing eight billion others? A piece of cake.
Angharad
Ren-chan, The Lost summarizes
Ren-chan, The Lost summarizes how I felt before I found Peace as a Christian.
May Your Light Forever Shine
I'm Sure That
I'm some sort of a humyn. I had a dad and grand parents; I have a mom, brother, sister, daughters, cousins, etc. I guess I was usually too optimistic; I actually was more weird and unusual that I thought I was. Once I allowed myself to see the real me inside, I found I have a number of relatively rare variations from the norm. Most have given me some trouble sometime, but all are syndromes (or whatever) with names and descriptions. They are all humyn variations. I know little about my genes and chromosomes, but however they are, I, T people and most of the LGBTQ and most of the people I meet know I'm a womyn. Not the usual sort of womyn (or persyn), but a womyn none the less.
I figure people pretty much like me are extremely rare (maybe less rare than I think), but that just makes me unique. Some of my quirks sometimes bother me, make me less functional and I think some bother some other people, but nothing disqualifies me from being humyn or having others treat me nice, like I treat them.
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee