An Open Letter to You
Since I suspect you would cut me off your life forever after I said it, I'm just gonna be straightforward and frank. I can bear no longer the thoughts of needing to hide who I am for years. I have no feelings for girls whatsoever. I'm gay, and I realized that since I was 11. This is why I was struggling with my mental health when I was in high school, for I had to suppress myself and not risk losing my friends over this unpalatable matter. I suffered from depression when I was in MRSM—I still am—but I didn't seek help because I didn't know it then. I suffered for years. It was only in 2020 that I took an initiative to see a psychiatrist, because my depression had become worse (my anxiety attacks turned to panic attacks and my will to live was at its lowest) and I had no one to vent to, not even my own family. To have lived my whole life thinking that I was born wrong, to be told that I wanted to be who I am, and that I can change myself, took a toll on my life. I didn...