Coming out is a process. One that lasts a lifetime, unfortunately — unless you walk around each day with a rainbow flag wrapped around your shoulders.
I want to tell you that it gets easier over time, and that it all makes sense. I wish I could. But honestly, I’m still trying to grapple with it myself.
I was telling my therapist, in one of our earlier sessions, that a person (when they choose to do so) doesn’t just come out once and that was it. But rather, a person comes out again, and again, and again. And again. Different…
Just another lost, twenty-something year old. Also: short, brown, queer, and an immigrant.