There's A Play I Love Called Pronoun By Evan Placey That My Drama Teacher Assigned Me Back In School

There's a play I love called Pronoun by Evan Placey that my drama teacher assigned me back in school that I think so wonderfully captures this. I remember reading it for the first time and feeling so strongly understood and heartbroken at the same time, because it felt so real. it felt so much like I was watching a real person take those beginning steps away from miserable. it has stuck with me to this day. I will always remember how it felt reading it and how I felt so seen. I still have the copy my drama teacher gave me. it's one of my most cherished possessions (which is saying something cause I cherish everything that people I love and care about have given me lol). (and that drama teacher was a godsend too, he was fantastic)

I think that the real essence of a 'trans' story isn't actually about gender at all, so much as it's about going through a transition from one state where you're miserable and unhappy and wish for death or feel like you're already dead to another radically different state where...you're content. You're just content. You had something chronically wrong with you, like a painful screeching that just becomes the background noise of your existence and then...it's gone. You are, in some ineffable cosmic sense, where you belong.