In Honor of Pride Month
October 23, 2023. That was the day I finally came out to my family. It’s been almost two years now, and honestly — my relationship with them hasn’t really changed. And I mean that in the best way possible. They still treat me the same. They didn’t care about who I loved, they cared that I was loved.
As time has passed — and this is more of a quiet self-reflection — I think my relationship with my parents and even my brother has grown better than ever. I feel like I can be myself around them, in the most authentic way. There’s no judgment. Just a lot of love, comfort, and understanding.
Before I came out, I lived in such disarray. There was so much pent-up anger, confusion, and fear. I wasn’t able to live as my whole, authentic self. I went through a lot of dark moments, and there were times I truly didn’t know what my life would look like if I kept hiding this part of me.
Thankfully, that chapter is behind me now. And to be honest, I owe so much of that courage to my partner, Tim. His patience, understanding, and unwavering support gave me the strength to step into the light. Because of him, I was able to build up the courage to come out.
“Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing we’ll ever do”
To anyone still struggling, to those who haven’t found the right time, or aren’t ready to live their truth out loud — take your time. Do it on your own terms. Find your people. Build your support system. You don’t owe anyone your story until you’re ready to tell it. And when that day comes, trust me — everything will be okay.
