The number of things I never considered before transitioning has become quite a long list.
The last of member of my family that I ever gave a damn about died seven years ago, my grandmother, the woman who raised me. (She and the rest of my family did not know about me being trans but that is nether here nor there just a bit of back gowned because I ramble.)
I cleaned out her house put a lot of things in storage. Now seven years later I bought a new house and have moved in and in the move I came across all of the boxes. I have been going through them my workshop/studio has been a mess. I am now down to two boxes, they both are very large boxes of photos. I am at a loss the thought of even going through them gives me the rumbly tummy, and the icky feels of anxiety. I just recently got commutable with seeing myself in a mirror, and the thought of sorting these photos kills me because the old me the fake me will be in them.
What should I do? To be honest the temptation of taking the boxes out back and setting them on fire is there.