Eighteen years later. Part II

For the next eleven or twelve years I go though conflicts, anger and depression. I began to cut myself, think down of myself and even pop pills. I would buy scar creams to keep it hidden. Yet, I could not hide from myself. In my heart, my mind, my soul, I felt not what my body portrayed my as. I felt like a boy at heart, so were my mannerisms for the most part.Yes, there are some feminine attributes, but they make me unique. I'd try and pass for a boy sometimes. I would try to deepen my voice. Then I hit rock bottom. I felt like giving up completely and I did not know what to do, who to turn to, if I was all alone. I was facing this on my lonesome.
Then I decided to look online, and read. I read about GID(Gender Identity Disorder) and everything made sense. I might have this so called GID, but I didn't believe anything was wrong with me.