I had done such before. And in many parts. I shall put pictures to words if I can, but most of this shall be text.

1. ) The first was throwing away every single journal I had written in back when I lived in MS. I wish I had taken pictures of this event, but I was trying so hard not to back down.

I gathered them all up, went to the dumpster, and threw them in, but to make sure I wouldn't dive, we tossed molded food on top of them, and poured sour milk.

I couldn't bring myself to take pictures or video or anything, even record the date I did it... it was painful for all my writings to go away. I have a huge memory problem, now only presented by the few pictures I have, but at the same time, I liberated myself from remembering things such as the father-abuse, broken hearts, illnesses, rejections and everything else that was bad and written onto the papers.

I felt relieved but very mournful when I did such.

I no longer keep journals (at least the way I did) but rather small little snippets, nor more writing elaborate details of hard and painful times.

2.) Another thing I did was a thing I would call a "destruction". I had surgery to remove reminders I was born into a gender that wasn't matching with my mind. While the complete ripping away of the past isn't complete... my past of having back problems and issues, along with unsighly memories of how ugly it had looked and ugly I had felt.


And for everyone's sanity, I won't be posting any of the operation pictures,

3.) I destroyed all bras. I cut them up. I set them on fire. And for some reason, I did not record this wonderful event, or I just haven't found the pictures.

4.) Now for the recent.
I have several papers which are DMV and Traffic Violations. I've kept them as a reminder of the wrong I did, my points and such from speeding. Upon growing up, I no longer speed as I see it foolish, and the memories of having to pay, the heart pounding from the ticket and related just bother me and burden.

I've held onto these from my first ticket back when I was 16. I am now 22, and I've burned them.



There are plenty of other things I need to get rid of, and that I have destroyed. Plush animals, gifts from ex-friends, photographs of my first partner, photographs of my father. All of them too much to handle to take pictures or make it a remembered event.

>> I hope one day to burn my original birth certificate and be rid of that mis-gendering forever.<<