I Underwent Gender Transition Surgery: Here’s What The Media Doesn’t Tell You

I awoke confused. Where was I? What happened, and why was I lying on the bathroom floor soaked in urine mixed with blood? 

As I wiped the urine from the inside of my legs, I reached for something to help me to my feet, still unaware of where I was. Too weak to stand alone, I leaned forward onto the countertop for stability and looked into the mirror. Who was this middle-aged man staring back at me? Where was Kellie? Where did I go? What had I become? I felt Kellie on the inside, but within a matter of months, who I was was gone.