I don’t know whether to make this post to Lynn or about Lynn because this is a post I never wanted to write.
Lynn was my therapist and she passed away recently after having particularly aggressive cancer.
My world without Lynn is weird. There’s no other way to describe it. My world is missing something and I’m scared that it will never feel as full.
At Lynn’s funeral there was a reading of some sort that said that whatever Lynn was to us she still is. I get that, it’s not as though I’m ever going to forget her but it isn’t the same. I can’t text her when I need some instant reassurance and I can’t cry in her car watching Ted talks with her.
Lynn was the first person I came out as trans to and she was a constant supporter of mine. She challenged me, swore with me and gave me the confidence to start my transition.
It all sounds like trivial things written down but she saved my life and hers was cruelly taken from her.
She was relentlessly positive and remained so even when she must have been in agony. I know she must have been scared and in pain but she didn’t show it; she had a level of strength that was immeasurable.
In one of my early sessions she asked who I idolised. I’ll be adding her to my list.
It’s kind of ironic how she taught me so many coping strategies for life and yet she didn’t teach me how to cope without her.
I’m angry. I’m angry at the world. I’m angry at the people who don’t appreciate their lives and I’m angry at those who moan. I guess I’m angry with myself.
She requested that “Bat out of hell” be played at her funeral and when I heard it a week ago on the radio I sat in my car and sobbed.
I cry little and often and normally alone. I’ve cried in restaurants and pubs and even at work on the bus.
If I try really hard I can still remember what her voice sounded like.
I’m upset for selfish reasons mostly. I feel sad that she’ll never see me transition fully and she won’t meet my children and she won’t see me grow into the man that she helped me be.
I just have to hope that she knows how much I valued her and that she knows that I’m alive today because of her. Because I am, I owe her my life and I’ll live it in a way that she’d be proud of.