Courage

I missed National Coming Out Day. I slept the majority of the day away after an eventful Saturday night with family. I think I was too overwhelmed and stimulated, so I needed time to recoup. Living with high anxiety, bipolar disorder, PTSD, and borderline personality disorder can be pretty tricky. Some days I just can't push past it, but that's not what this post is about. Not really.

I'm pansexual. I believe in love and that it doesn't matter what someone identifies as or what. That's a big thing because I always thought I was bi-curious because of my attraction to males and females, though I've never been with a female. I live in the Deep South and it's difficult to be any level of different, but being LGBTQ+ can be a death sentence.

Honestly, my son's given me the courage to come forward like this. He's always his authentic self, a ftm who is just a bright light in the darkest of days. He has his own problems, of course, but I don't know anyone who doesn't love him overall. There are plenty who don't love that he has the confidence to be true to himself, but people are scared. That's never going to change.

I'm proud to finally say that I'm not only an ally of the LGBTQ+ community, but I'm also a part of it and not just as a mother.