On the day that I told my mom, dad, and my sisters that I was gay, I was terrified. As I'm writing this, my body is remembering how it felt on that day. It was shaking. I kept trying to take intentional breaths in hopes of finding my calm, but nothing I did worked. The only way I was going to relieve my fears was to walk into them, face them, and despite them, say my truth out loud.
But how was I going to tell them? How would they respond? I had a multitude of questions, but those are the two I kept asking myself over and over.