(after decades years I don't feel trans anymore)
I'm very concerned. Very, very, very, very, very concerned. All of my life I have experienced a feeling of being "off". Even in preschool I didn't understand why I didn't have a penis like the other boys did, and why I couldn't urinate on their side of the unisex bathrooms. At summer camp in elementary school, I remember always changing in the bathroom stalls across from the individual lockers where dozens of other girls changed. I felt it inappropriate that I was in there, and was not comfortable changing in front of them. I knew they didn't feel like I did.
From preK-present my sexual orientation and identity have been called into question. In 2006 I had knew what transgender was but never looked into the subject. Then one day I ran the line in my head, "I'm transgender". I immediately stopped myself, actually processed what I had said, and within a week I started saying it. It made sense to me.

It all made so much sense, and every symptom I had in regard to identity resembled the term. I began dressing in odd ways trying to find myself, with dramatic styles each day; monday: Ugg boots and bright red lip stick, tuesday: a suit stolen from my little brother's closet, leather moccasins, and blended makeup for facial neutrality; I was androgynous, and accepted an equally ambiguous sexuality.
As of the last few years I've completely embraced the title of non-operative Female-to-Male. I had used many alias' since youth, but finally settled on Max. So, I had come a long way, and was quite happy with myself. I'd long passed the suicidal thoughts about being trans, and having any involvement in the LGBT community in fear of persecution from a deity I didn't believe in. So, I was happily free and inspired many of my peers to embrace their sexualities and identities. I rallied and advocated, and sported a packer

almost daily. But then, as of recent, only a few months even, something changed...
I've been on a mood stabilizer for two years now, have more mental clarity and emotional stability, with no instances of suicidal thoughts since I began it.

But they return as I get used to the dosage, so I raise it slowly and am functional and content. But after a certain milligram I started feeling less like myself. And it's not an uncomfortable feeling. But my identity, my affirmation of being male, as I always present, as my friends know me as, I feel slipping away.

At this very moment I don't feel like a guy. And being one is something I've known as truth since when I was incapable of speech. I may even feel like a female, not entirely, but I'm closer. I've been around my family a lot for the summer and they refuse to use any desirable pronouns, and for once I don't cringe when I'm refereed to as "her".

What happened to me? Does this mean that gender dysphoria is a curable imbalance.

Was everything a lie, a disorder? I'm at a loss and don't know what to do. I can't tell my family because they'd be happy and further make fun of me since they said it was always a phase, and my friends would---well, I'm embarrassed,

I don't know how they'd react. I had to tell someone, do any of you have any feedback?