My mother always asks me: you don't love God.
"Should I?"- I reply. I was born as Luca a nice shy blonde boy...who slowly, in his adolescence realized that what he had between his legs were not the genital organs he identified with.
He understood that his testicles and penis were incompatible with his soul. A female soul. So...he tried to ask for help, to go the psychologist. He delayed the problem...until the law of his country changed.
The new law allowed him to have a therapist, a sexologist and an endocrinologist.
And to have a gender reassignment surgery. Now she's happy, exiting a hell lasted 30 years.
Now I ask to myself. I owe all my happiness to science. To medicine.
Not to God. So...why shouldn't I ask God: why did you do to this to me? how could you give male genitals to a female?
Where was GOD?
I think you should just live your life and be happy. Why relive the nightmare and torture yourself with the past that you cannot change. You sound happy now or at the very least happier. Go live your life and just be happy. Trust me, drudging around in the past and not letting it go will only lead to more sorrow and eventually death. Go live!
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