4. I remember sitting in my bedroom, scrolling through YouTube videos, searching for something that would help me understand the turmoil brewing inside. That's when I stumbled upon a trans boy's transition vlog. His story resonated deeply. I watched, entranced, as he shared his struggles, triumphs and the moments that made him feel most alive.As I listened to his words and experienced his journey through his eyes, something profound inside me shifted. His story was my story, his struggles my struggles, his hopes my hopes. Tears streamed down my face as realization hit me like a ton of bricks.This was me. This was my truth. I wasn't confused; I was trans. The word echoed in my mind, reverberating with each beat of my heart. I felt a sense of relief mixed with uncertainty, like I was dropping a mask I had worn for too long.Excitement and fear wrestled inside me. What would Mom and Dad say? Would they understand or would they think I'm going through a phase? Would Alex, my best friend since childhood, still be my rock? Would school, which was already overwhelming, become a nightmare?For a moment, none of that mattered. I finally understood myself. The world hadn't changed, but I had. I felt a strange sense of calm, like finding the last missing piece of a puzzle. Everything made sense now.Looking back, I realize that moment was both an ending and a beginning. It marked the end of living someone else's dream and the beginning of living my truth.