Nomi
she/her, 41,
Minneapolis, Minnesota
“My honesty led me to myself.”
I got into drugs hard core when I was 17 or 18, and I was selling my body. I suppressed my trans identity, and I was living in a dark, lonely, broken place. I was killing myself with active addiction. I went to prison for four years.
The core of my spiritual self was broken. In order to heal, I had to be honest with myself. I took a long, hardcore, gut-wrenching inventory of who I am. My honesty led me to myself. I realized I’ve been transitioning mentally for my entire life. I am a woman.
My father once told me he couldn’t love me because I was looking more like a woman. I knew it would take him time to process losing a son. I wanted him to see that my heart and my character are the same, even though my pronouns and body are different. My transition goes way deeper than pronouns and clothes. Transitioning has been a deep spiritual experience for me.