I grew up in a religious family and religion was a really important part of my life. When I turned 16, I discovered that I was gay and I knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation to have with my family.
Once I did tell my family, the years that followed became increasingly difficult. Most people in my family couldn’t understand or accept how I was feeling and the worst part was that I was told I was no longer a part of the faith that had been a huge influence for me.
It’s important to say that coming out didn’t cause my mental ill health; it only added to it. At this time, I was already starting to show signs of my illness [anxiety, depression and OCD] and, with the added pressure from family, my mental health continued to deteriorate.
During the early days, I gave up on a lot of things. I turned away from my faith, pushed my family and friends away and lost a lot of hope in myself. I was prepared to throw my life away, because I didn’t feel it had any real value or purpose any more.
Some years passed and the emptiness inside was painful. People around me had come to accept me to a certain degree, although there was always an elephant in room we didn’t talk about.