Story #1105

When I came out to my parents, it was as if I told them I had terminal cancer and I had 6 months left to live. I’ve only seen my dad cry twice in my life; once when my grandpa died 20 years ago and once when I came out 4 years ago. I told my sister and she laughed and told her friends. I had an anxiety disorder for several months and felt like the world was a prison in which the only way out was death. Ultimately, the only person who truly loves you and supports you is yourself.