My mouse hovered tentatively over the send button. My heart thumped ferociously in my throat, my hands visibly shook and tears streamed down my face. I took a deep breath and pressed send.
With one tiny click, 30 years of lies began to unravel. There was no going back now.
For almost three decades I had been dishonest with my family and friends and, most importantly, with myself.
Up until just a few months ago, I lived a life where I enjoyed the company of men. Yet deep down my soul longed for something else.
If you prefer a label, you may want to call me gay or bi-sexual (or confused!). Perhaps I am all of these things, or none of them. Personally, I stumble over labels (but this is a post for another day).
This is my story, one of facing my darkest fear and owning my great truth. Continue Reading →