You're confused about your gender. You may think you are a female, but really your exterior determines what you are. I think transgenderism is either a choice or some sort of mental disorder. Either way it can be overcome, and you need to fight it with help from God.
Hi,
No one. No one has overcome this using God.
One of the reasons some of the LGBTI group, know so much about God, is their lives were at stake.
Their life with God and the afterlife was and is at stake.
I am thick headed, I think. Others call it mental toughness. At the very least I am slow to learn.
As I used God for various aspects of being transgendered, God would do things to prevent me from dying.
I was told by others, that fighting being transgendered, as hard as I was mentally, has resulted in eventually my body shutting down in physical ways.
When at my absolute toughest, that way, I was blown up in a non painful accident.
Repair aided by a doctor who treated my burns with salve only, eventually led me to shed a tear.
I was not pleased. I was 21, and thoughts of suicide for the pain, entered my head, and then I was angry at those people who would be hurt, by me killing myself.
That was about 11:00 PM one night. I put the pistol back in the drawer.
I don't know if I just woke up from sleep or not, but was soon walking outside to combat the boredom with being awake.
It gets really old really fast, when you are awake for 23 1/4 hours a day, day after day.
The pain was so intense, that I could only fall asleep for 3/4 of an hour each day. The pain kept me awake the rest of the time.
After that, I was less shut down emotionally. That broke me a little bit. I hated it.
The next incident was perhaps with an unusual heart condition. I am an athlete. No one expects me to have a problem. A medicine I allowed them to give me, is a know heart clogger. I took it anyway for about 8 months.
Never again did I have the problem, it relieved.
One day, while working with The guys, I did not recover fast enough. That was on a Saturday.
On Monday, I told my doctor of this. He assured me it was nothing. But, just in case, he wanted me to show up for a treadmill test on Thursday.
In the meantime, I was not to do any strenuous exercise.
I only ran for two or three days. As really, I don't want to be out of shape on the treadmill. I in those days, was still believing everyone, but not the scientists yet.
Treadmill day came. I ran for 12 minutes. Everyone was happy except for the woman who was with me. She came along with me, but was not a medical person.
They stopped me short of my being ready to stop. I was upset.
Then I was asked what I wanted to do, like I was the doctor. Widower spikes were all over the place.
It was upon waking, that things were strange. "Why did they put a woman's heart in me?"
It was unreasonable, as they were giving me no anti rejection drugs. But, I could not shake the feeling.
Also, off the point, I was none too happy about being alive. What I wanted most in those days, was denied to me, death. Yet, that was 11 years ago, and there was much to happen and do here that I knew nothing about yet.
But, with God and Catholicism I was perfect. Why not then? When would I ever be spiritually this prepared to die.
It was a four or five bypass heart surgery with an aneurism, and I was out of there very shortly as all I knew how to do was deny myself and work.
A woman's heart though? What was that all about?
Again, I am knocked off my trying. Would that have killed me? Who cares? By then death was a wish, a desire.
I was broken slightly. Maybe God did sonething to go along with two battle fatigue incidents and maybe not, but even with no heart damage, I never bounced back. Never.
I would see God next year. Jesus would come inside of me. The Holy Spirit and Mary, both of them I would interface with, and 21 months later, with a full female mind somehow, shocking all the doctors and me, I was asked that question.
Before that though, The God you keep telling me that I have no correct relationship with, interfaced with me several times.
Jesus and Mary were great. I still remember. By that time, I could no longer remember what it was like to think like a male.
The next encounter personally with Jesus was a month and a half later.
Then the proposal came.
In all that time, but maybe not now, people tell me how mentally tough I am. I don't think it is true.
However, with all of that, I found out that LONG TERM, zero, ZERO People have ever been relieved of being Transgendered.
That is surprising, with all that is at stake. And, with just my relationship alone with God, really, Really do you not think that He would have done something along your line of thought?
No one long term of any Transgender issue, has ever been relieved of that by God, apart from God having a more personal contact with that person, and letting them know.
Know what God really thinks of them, and my issue.
There is more.
LOVE,