Akumyo was erased, if she ever really existed at all.
Because buried under her skin was someone who should have escaped years ago.
I didn’t want to let it out, because I didn’t want to be hurt again. I didn’t want to be wrong and make a fool of myself.
Then I let go and I’ve come to accept it.
Then embrace it.
My name is Arti, I am male, and I’ve suspected it since I was 8 years old.
I’ve experienced drastic changes to my life as a whole. Things feel “right” now. I know what I want now. After months of feelings ranging from deep introspection, joy and elation, to crushing depression and self doubt- I am picking up the pieces one by one.
Here is what I’ve been doing during my disappearance- I am going to school thanks to financial assistance. I’ve come out as trans to my close friends- even to my step-father. He is the only family member I am in contact with and he has been as supportive as an upper-middle class middle aged cis guy can be. He compared being trans to being gay (and said he would love me no matter what)…OK not quite getting the idea but hey he’s trying and that alone means a lot.
Now about my lack of art: