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Foreword
This article was difficult to write. It took weeks from start to finish. In the next few minutes, I’ll reflect on some recent mental health issues that I’ve experienced, and I’ll tell you how I recovered. Writing about this has forced me to relive things that I’d rather forget; more than once, I had to stop and allow myself to cry.
In late September, I took a three-week trip to the UK to visit a handful of girlfriends I’d befriended on CDH; Ellie Davis, Fiona Finlay, Allie, Rebecca Lewis and Lucy Bancroft. Ellie’s cottage in Norfolk would be my home away from home.
Planning started in the Spring. It would be my first real vacation in several years. By September, it became a trip that I needed to take.
Some of the girls that I visited have already reflected on their experiences during the three weeks I was in the UK. If you’re interested, look for articles and forum topics by Ellie Davis, Allie, Rebecca Lewis and Fiona Finlay.
It was just after dawn on my fifth day in the UK and all I could hear were the soothing sounds of nature. I was standing at the window of Ellie’s guest room, looking out into her backyard. Bright sunshine filtered down through a tapestry of leaves. Birds darted back and forth in the flickering green, sudden flights interrupted by moments of stillness.
The Norfolk countryside unfolded lazily in the distance.
This was so unlike the noisy bustle of life in the suburbs of Southern California.
That’s when it struck me; I’d woken up feeling content for the first time in months. I was well-rested; my mind was empty; I was living in the moment. The chaos that I’d left behind had finally released its grip on my thoughts. My shoulders were relaxed. The nervous twitch in my right eye had relented.
I had nothing better to do than stare out of that window, and I was smiling.
THIS was what I’d been craving. Solace. Serenity. Norfolk.
It had taken me five days to feel alive again. To feel human. To start recovering from a near breakdown.
I pride myself on being resilient and resourceful. I handle stress and adversity well. But I’m also human; there are limits to how much I can handle, and past experiences have taught me how to recognize the signs of impending mental collapse.
As many of you are aware, I’m trans. I started transitioning three years ago, and that has given me a life that I didn’t previously think was possible. It’s really that good. But that life is not without challenges. Some are trans-specific, others are just life gone sideways.
I don’t talk much about those challenges and I won’t go into the details now. Frankly, they’re too boring and depressing. But they are significant. Many of my most difficult challenges came to a head in the summer of 2024. I’d been testing the limits of my resilience for months; I was mentally and emotionally exhausted by August and I was a wreck when I left San Diego in September.
All the warning signs were there. Insomnia. Fatigue. Irritability. Headaches. Forgetfulness. Difficulty concentrating. Feeling withdrawn. Changes in appetite. Frequent crying. Feeling overwhelmed.
Knowing that I was hiding it. Knowing that I needed help.
On multiple occasions, in the privacy of my home, I cried uncontrollably for hours. Personal loss, family crisis, institutional transphobia, job stresses, innumerable demands on my time. I could go on.
Transition had given me just enough strength to handle a very difficult situation, but it had also given me a level of emotional response that I was finding difficult to cope with.
Knowing when to ask for help can make the difference between a near-breakdown and being debilitated. I reached out to the people I knew I could trust with my fragile emotional state.
My therapist told me what I already suspected. Therapy by itself was a band-aid. Anti-depressants would help, but they were just a better band-aid. What I really needed was to remove myself from the chaos in my life. She advised me to go to Norfolk to be with my girlfriends, and I knew that she was right. I needed their support.
One of the greatest things about CDH is that you can make real friends with people you meet online. Through fate or luck or divine intervention, I got to know Ellie Davis. In the months leading up to my trip, Ellie and I chatted often, and I told her about the many challenges I was dealing with. I don’t think I ever actually asked for her help. My raw emotions said more than I could possibly convey in words.
During one of our conversations, Ellie said something that took me by surprise. To be honest, I can’t remember her exact words. But it was along these lines:
‘Liz, when you get to Norfolk I’ll make your time with me as easy and stress free as I possibly can. You’re going to be okay.’
She said it with the calm assurance of someone who’s been there before.
Somehow, I knew she was right. I was going to be okay. Faith in Ellie’s words kept me going on my roughest days.
During the weeks leading up to my trip, I made sure to reach out to all the girls who I would be visiting. There were lots of messages and several group video calls. We shared our thoughts and feelings about the challenges of being who we are. My girlfriends got to hear about my struggles, and their words reinforced what Ellie had already said. I was going to be okay.
By now, you’ll have realized this article isn’t actually about my vacation in the UK. It’s about the sisterhood that I found on CDH. My UK girlfriends provided a space in which I could heal. They listened. They had my back. In their presence I found peace, serenity, companionship, fun and LOTS of laughter.
I want to offer heartfelt thanks to Fiona Finlay, Allie, Rebecca Lewis, Lucy Bancroft … and especially Ellie Davis. I love you all. I had a grand time visiting with each of you. We will see each other again.
I’ve been a member of CDH for over five years. I joined for the same reason that many do - to meet other girls and to build a network of friends. I’ve found an empathy here that is vanishingly rare on other ‘support’ sites. I see it every day; when one of us is hurting, she can feel confident that her sisters will do everything in their power to help her. We are never alone.
We are never alone. That’s the message I’d like to leave you with.
I don’t expect that this will be the last article I’ll write about my experiences in the UK. There was much about that trip that simply didn’t fit with an article about mental health. Stay tuned.
Thanks for reading.
Liz xx
Footnote: It’s important to know when to ask for help. If you have a few trusted girlfriends, reach out to them privately when you’re in a tough spot. If you’re fortunate enough to be able to meet in person then do it - but remember that video conferencing apps provide a good alternative. Google Meet and Zoom are both free and easy to use.
And don’t forget, even when meetups in whatever form simply aren’t possible, you still have options. If you trust the person you’re reaching out to, private messages, email and even text messages can all offer a vital lifeline.
Thank you for writing this; I know it wasn't an easy thing to do. And you know that all of us feel exactly the same way about you 💕
I'm very, very honoured to be your friend - and I'll always be there for you.
Love you to bits 🙂
Ellie xxx
Well, Liz, this may not have been easy to write but it conveys your thoughts and emotions very well. If I am anything to go by, it will stir strong emotions in those who read it, I'm wiping away tears as I write.
I'm proud and humbled to have been with you for part of your visit and I look forward to seeing you again as soon as commitments allow.
Love and hugs,
Allie x
Happy Thanksgiving Liz
It sounds like your emotional reset came just in time. When I spend my time with family today I will be including you in my thoughts of Thanksgiving for all the positive things I know We have. I hope you can look back at your trip and look forward to many more. It's funny how I can tell the girls on CDH anything without judgement. Sooo different from the daily interactions out in the busy world. Lean on this wonderful ladies. They have never let me down.
Huggs
Bree
Liz, another thank you from me for writing this, that really can't have been easy. It wasn't an easy read either, feeling greatly for you with the pressures of a hectic life all combining to weigh down so heavily on your shoulders. I know we had the video calls before your arrival in the UK, but in this situation your words are worth more than all those thousands upon thousands of pictures ❤️
It's surely testament to Ellie's wonderful hospitality and sisterhood, that I barely recognise the emotional and deeply stressed girl you describe, and who Ellie most definitely met at the airport, from the confident, relaxed and happy Liz that I first met at Tracey's studio in Leicester a week or so later. I'm so glad that you were able to take so much joy from all the things we went on to do together, we certainly made some fantastic memories 🙂
With much love and huge hugs right back to you Liz, and looking forward greatly to your next visit to these shores 🤗
Fluff xxx
Dearest Liz, How incredibly kind and empathetic of you to share some of your deepest feelings and struggles with us. Along with that, you were brave enough to give all of us a path to follow when we were struggling. Hugs to you and all the sisters that helped and will help in the future. Marg
What a lovely heartfelt article Liz. I'm so pleased to hear that your visit to the UK lifted your spirits and hope you get to visit again soon
It is never easy to put down in words personal experiences regarding mental health issues, yours is an exceptional piece.
You highlight the importance of reading the signs and dealing with them before it goes too far. Getting help, reaching out is so important as much as to never be embarrassed or afraid to admit that you need help. If you have no one then seek assistance from helplines and your doctor.
I know from my experience it mirrors what has happened to you Liz, I ignored the signs and believed I could resolve it and cope with it. I couldn't, it's all consuming to balance everything, acting normal while the inner turmoil eats you up.
I was lucky that after the crash I had help from my Doctor and other professionals,I also had dear friends who rallied round too.
The the recuperation where finding space to breath and reunite the good bits of life. The countryside was also my peaceful place where I could absorb myself in nature and having friends support was so cathartic.
Perhaps it will never go away but managing and recognising any signs then addressing them is the way ahead.
It has to be said that this community has a wonderful supporting nature going beyond any other area.
Thank you Liz for your writings and hope it encourages others who are in the same situation to reach out and know you will be heard.
Thank you for writing this deeply personal article Liz. I'm glad to see you've passed that rough period. Just know that we're here to support you however we can.
Love & Hugs,
Fiona
Dear Liz,
I've four words akin to "...You're going to be OKAY"....."GOD BE WITH YOU".
Sincerely and With Love,
Another Sister,
Thea
@lizk You have fallen on your feet by meeting with your amigos, it would appear you have done well by them, and they, you. It is nice to hear about good things happening in a world so full of shite, as it seems to be at the moment.
I don't make friends easily but I have warm feelings towards many on this site: Grace, Anna, Angela, Chrissie, Fi Black, to name but a few of many (and not excluding you and your new sisters). Although I may never reach the same level of friendship that you have attained with your named compatriots—it's just not in my loner nature—I enjoy reading about your, and others, adventures in meeting up and experiencing something of which lot of people would have no concept: that of the unifying activity (and in some cases, entire life-style) that is cross-dressing and its associated femininity.
I'm pleased you enjoyed your visit to the UK and trust you will come to our shores again. Perhaps next time, Ellie will show you that our country has hills too (Norfolk is so flat).
As regards your mental problems, I sense you are content with your progress; may your good experiences continue.
I enjoyed your article very much.
Hugs
Becca
Liz -
Thank you so much for such a personal and thoughtful article. It is not easy to bare our soul to others and relive the past. I am happy for you that you were able to make a trip to be amongst sisters who were able to help you deal with your difficulties.
The past doesn't go away but with help we can manage how we deal with it. It took me a long time (decades) to deal with past issues (denial is a horrible thing). It wasn't until 6 years ago that I came to accept my feminine side and crossdressing with the help of my wife and therapist. Joining this site and meeting the wonderful sisters here was a god send in my acceptance. Like so many others I always thought I was alone. It is freeing to know that I am not.
To others here that are struggling, therapy can be very useful in dealing with issues. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed of asking for help. It takes strength to ask for help, not weakness. It took me a long time to understand that.
Again thank you and I wish you the best going forward.
XOXO
Suzanne
Hi Liz, I am so pleased you were able to find peace comfort and happiness here in the UK, it can be a wonderful place to unwind and feel at peace with the world again. CDH is a wonderful place I have met some lovely people and been fortunate enough to receive help from them when I needed it. It have also been able to help some members along the way..... Some time ago I wrote a piece for my blog which ended with the line: "Be there for a friend, it's one of the best things you can do in your life". Being helped is vital, helping is also so important and rewarding. Readers may not think they can do anything to help, particularly if the person needing help is on the other side of the world, but talking about the problem, offering support and just being there makes a huge difference. We can all help someone.........
Thank you Andrea.
Yes, rural England was exactly the place I needed to renew my spirit. It worked!
Sure I did some touristy things. Of course there was Pinks and LFF and all the things girls like us like to do. That wasn't the focus or the point of going.
I went there to live. To just be. To have plenty of downtime. To be with my girlfriends.
You said something that resonates:
Be there for a friend, it's one of the best things you can do in your life.
That's akin to something I learned years ago when I was in 12-Step.
Being of service. When we freely offer our help to someone in need, we are also helping ourselves.
Yes, there is the satisfaction of knowing you helped improve someone's life.
And there are the ways you help yourself: being reminded of where you came from; staying accountable to yourself and staying active in your journey; having a sense of purpose; connecting with your fellow sisters; being an inspiration to someone; becoming a trusted member of our community.
Being of service is a win-win. I would offer that the person offering help often gains more than the person receiving.
Hugs, Liz
Hi Liz, so sorry to hear you have gone through such pain, but it sounds like you found some solace on your visit.
All of East Anglia is beautiful. I lived in the neighbouring county of Suffolk for a few years, and when stepping off the train from London each evening, our small town felt like a refuge of calm.
Joanna 💕