There are times when I simply love being alive. The hardest aspects of my life have their roots in certain childhood experiences (treatment for an intersex-like condition). The confusion about my gender that resulted has plagued me most of my life. Spirituality, ideology, therapy – none could address this. Only by accepting myself as being intersex, and realising I could never be happy as a man or a woman, could I resolve this. I only started to be happy about being alive once I accepted this.
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