Pedalling through the park, London whizzed past me.
Meeting up with my cycling club, LDN Riders, every week, I organised group rides across the city for the LGBTQ+ community.
Finally, I’d found somewhere I belonged after years of feeling lost.
I’d always known that I was born into the wrong body.
At age five, my birthday wish was to be a girl.
Yet I didn’t tell anyone how I was feeling deep down.
So, I kept my feelings secret for years.
I went on to be happily married and have two children, Hannah, 21, and Ollie, 22.
Although hiding my true self took a toll on my mental health, I found one thing that helped me – sport.
From open water swimming to cycling, getting active kept me going.
But…