I'm not sure when I began to or came to the sudden realisation that I'm no longer what I thought I was. Sometimes I can get through a whole day in complete denial. If someone was to stare me in the face and tell me the truth I'd be genuinely shocked. Yet there are times when I am aware of another me drags me down with absolute guilt and fear. Some days it's incredibly easy to get caught up in practicalities of daily living and this prevents me from acessing the parts of my brain (or heart) that tell me a different story. I've heard it so often it almost feels like a cliche to stay I feel like an imposter, like a fraud, in my own life. But this so accurately describes precisely how I feel.