I can pretend like the rest of them - rounding up all of my accomplishments and parading them on social media, somehow hoping if the photo is bright and shiny enough, it will erase the pain and struggle of being a human. But this year, I found I didn’t want to participate. Because the thing I am most proud of is still so new and fragile to me that I have not wanted to share it. I haven’t wanted to have to explain myself, or defend myself, or have my identity questioned while I was still puzzling over what felt right for me.