I was 51 years old when someone I'd never met spoke to me, using my voice. She had been locked away inside since I was a kid, a self I'd deemed too dangerous to be known to others. But the world had changed since she was imprisoned. My teenage child had made a different choice, had embraced their true self, and was living authentically. Maybe I could too. It took time, and a series of small steps, furtive experiments, reading, reflection, leaps of faith, risk of losses great and small, and commitment. But the journey of renewal, regeneration, and integration would change me: my emotions, my body, my relationships... even my name. You are invited to take a front-row seat.