I have days where I am still hard on myself, but I am actively learning to love myself more and more.
At the time, I didn’t have a word for how I identified. I just knew I wasn’t straight. I didn’t know that I could have sexual feelings for someone, but not have romantic feelings for them, and how those were two very different things.
Some of us never come back from those feelings, and their lives are valid, too. However, being queer/trans is not all about our suffering and our oppression. We deserve to enjoy life just as much as anyone else.