It's terrifying when one of your trans friends says to you, "I'm so tired."



I can't tell you how many of my trans siblings took their lives — not because they were angry, or depressed, or afraid.



They were tired.



What does that tell you about the world we're living in?

That word has such a different meaning to me as a transgender person. "Tired." When my trans friends tell me they're tired, I'm afraid for them.



A world that makes it exhausting to simply exist, to be who you are, is not safe.



That's the reality for so many trans people I know.

Weeks before my best friend died by suicide, they said something like, "Sam, do you ever just get tired? Tired of explaining, tired of... being?"



This is coded language and we all know what it means. Yes, love, I get tired. We all get so fucking tired.