Who Am I

As I sit here wondering who I am, I come to the point I have to ask myself, am I this male shell Ive lived in for so long or am I Jennifer the girl that has been locked away for the last 13 years, named at birth that way dying to get out. I am chronically depressed, the only time I am happy is when I am her, but alas, I have no support from my wife or family. They don't believe me, they think I'm just moody and short tempered and am only wanting to indulge in a fetish, if only I could find some one to help me escape and find happiness again. I'm looking for a friend, a shoulder to cry on, a person like me to help my find the light at the end of the tunnel, that isn't a freight train coming at me. The pictures the I post labelled as me are in fact me 100%. But I know, with time and patience I can be pretty and happy again, with help.