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Hey guys, sorry for not being here in so longggg. I've been so busy that there wasn't any way I could post anything, so I thought "What's the point?" And I deleted Wattpad. But anyways, I just want to say, Happy Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈! Last year, I decided to allow myself to open doors that I never thought that I could. Somewhere along the way, I came across a feeling for one of my friends; a girl. I was confused, scared, and most of all, clueless. I didn't know what this feeling was, or how to deal with it. I had liked boys, and my attraction to this girl was totally screwing with my head. Since I didn't feel comfortable talking about any of this with my parents, I turned to the internet. I discovered the LGBTQIA+ community. I looked into sexualities, gender identities, etc. I tried to see if any of them had anything to do with attraction to men and women. I found out about bisexuality, using it to display my sexuality. I was so relieved that there were others like me. I got obsessed with Hamilton, meeting a bunch of queer people and making friends with a lot of them. During this time, I came out to a bunch of people at my school, tennis team, and clubs. Most people were overall accepting. I tried bringing it up to my religious mother, seeing what her reaction would be if I even mentioned a gay person. She had a very negative response, saying a bunch of stuff I dare not write. My mom is my hero. She's amazing, and just the fact that she could say such hurtful things to me broke me. Everything in my life fell. My friendships, grades, willpower, happiness. It was a time where I was just... numb. I thought about offing myself and took up on self-harm. I barely ate, and when I did, it would come right back out. I cut my arms because of the amount of unworthiness I conjured up in myself. My anxiety got really bad because I knew I'd have to come home to an ex-hero and prayer reciter. Summer came along, and my mom sent me to all theses church "conversion" things. I got back a week or two after (it was a short program) and I went to summer camp. There, I met a lot of friends, and rebalanced my happiness. They helped me through that dark period, and I eventually stopped destroying my body.
This year, I'm a new person. Still gay, but now I'm confident and comfortable in my skin. I joe that everyone's pride month goes amazingly! Be proud of being you.
xx, Helida