Dear diary, I am trying to live a new life.
At last.
I am 90% a woman just as I am right now. Transitioning is important, but I have to recognize that this womanhood was always within me.
Even when I advertently tried to r@pe it out of existence, it still persisted. I tried to bury Alicia alive, but she would always come back. And Alan wasn't ever alive anyway, I was just trying to reanimate a corpse.
In a way, this is actually the moment I am alive.
As this being:
My true self as I see it imagined. As a woman.
She was always there. I was always there. My soul refused to die even as I tried to enclose it with soulless masculine order. The monolith inside the labyrinth lost.