(MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE/TRANSPHOBIA/DYSPHORIA/ABUSE) If you are feeling suicidal at all or begin to feel that way please call the transgender hotline Trans Lifeline can be reached at 877-565-8860. For LGBT youth (ages 24 and younger) contemplating suicide, the Trevor Project Lifeline can be reached at 1-866-7386. The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255 can also be reached 24 hours a day by people of all ages and identities.

(Also feel free to message me if you find yourself struggling. I'm online daily and will do my best to help.)

Linked here is the last few posts by Leelah Alcorn on tumblr: satan's wifey

I'll be paraphrasing some of it here, but please, read this girl's last request. She wanted her death to mean something to us. To everyone. And I want to help fullfill that request.

As many people on the internet now know, on Sunday, December 28, 2014, a transgender teenager took her own life by stepping in front of a semi on a highway four miles from her home.

Her name was Leelah Alcorn.

While some news resources are saying it was a "tragic accident", Leelah's death was no accident. As a suicide note went up on her tumblr some time close to her death. In her note, Leelah details how she struggled for almost her whole life feeling like she was in the wrong body. She tells how at age four she began to feel that she was a girl, and not a boy as her parents and doctor assigned her at birth.

At age fourteen she said she found the word 'transgender', and was happy to know she was not alone. That there was a reason for how she felt. That there was nothing wrong with her.

But as many young trans teenagers find, parents are not always accepting and kind.

Leelah shares how her parents actively denied her identity, telling her it was 'wrong' and that 'God doesn't make mistakes' and that she would never be 'truly a girl'.

Leelah was put in conversion therapy, a practice often take up by religious parents to try and "convert" their child to what they think is "normal". I'm sure many of you have heard of this. Conversion therapy aims to make gay kids straight, trans kids cis, and whatever else these parents deem their child needs to be.

It is not 'therapy'.

It is abuse.

Leelah never got the treatment for the depression she struggled with, nor her gender identity and how it was perfectly normal.

She was even isolated for five months when she came out as gay at school, hoping it would ease her social transition with friends.

At sixteen, Leelah's parents denied her request for hormone replacement therapy to begin the feminizing process. This broke her heart.

At seventeen, Leelah saw no other choice than to take her own life.

But she wanted that to mean something. So I'm here to make sure it does.

Leelah Alcorn believed it was too late for her to transition, that she'd never be happy, that she'd never find love.

It is never too late. There are women who have transitioned in their late 30's or 40's. And they look like any other trans woman. Hormone replacement therapy and surgeries are being refined and honed all the time. Any doctor who says it's too late to transition either doesn't know or is actively lying.

This is a misconception in the trans community that needs to stop. It is never to late for you to transition.

You can find love. It can take work. It won't always be the first try, but finding love as a transgender person is not impossible. True love means they will love you unconditionally regardless of your gender expression or trans status. It doesn't always have to be romantic either. Your friends, those platonic bonds you build, the ones that stay with you even after coming out, they are the supports you can lean on.

Even if you don't have anyone close by who you can lean on. The trans community is here. We are all over social media. There are meet ups, group sessions, and support groups. There's a hotline you can always reach if you're in a crisis like Leelah's.

And I want each and every single one of you who reads this to know that I am here for you.

I started on this forum because I felt suicidal. I felt like no one would love me. I saw myself an annoying depressed freak who didn't deserve anyone's attention. But I saw other people struggling. And we helped each other stand up. We supported each other even if we both felt like we were falling down.

My three closest friends in real life have all struggled with suicide. My best friend, the one who is life family to me, had attempted suicide three times. Her father committed suicide when she was very young. She's struggled with depression for so long.

I want you to know that there is another way. You don't need to leave this world to be happy. I know it can seem hopeless. I know it's hard. I know it hurts. And hell, sometimes it doesn't get better. Sometimes it only gets worse. Sometimes it feels like your a boat lost out at sea with a storm that never let's up. You keep being tossed underwater and you can't breathe.

But you can get through it. You are strong. You are important. You exist. You are alive. And you have so much potential.

It doesn't matter how old you are. It doesn't matter what you've done in the past. You are here. And now. You can do anything. You can BE anything.

You are important. You are valid. You are ALIVE.

Her name was Leelah. She was seventeen. And she wanted change. She wants society fixed. So let's get out there and mother f*cking fix it for her. For us. For all the people like us.

No more dead trans girls who think they will never find love.

No more dead trans boys with think they're freaks.

No more nonbinary people dead because they're told they're fake.

We're gonna fix it. US. Because that's what Leelah wanted.