A year ago, on 5 June, I was going through a very rough time. I was gay, was hiding myself from my parents. I hated doing it, but at the time I thought it was best.
That night, I went out with friends for post-exam celebrations and I had a huge fight with my (ex)-best friend.
Anyway, arriving home around 2am, I was crying, very sad and very drunk. My mom was still awake and just held me on the couch until I could stop crying and could talk.
I told her about all the stuff that was going through my head, problems with varsity, with feeling “lost”. And then finally, I blurted out, “I’m gay”.
She instantly hugged me and held me and said that she didn’t care who I love, as long as I am happy and healthy.
Shout out to my mom and the fact that I wish all LGBT kids have parents as accepting as mine, and if they don’t, that they find people to support them like my parents have supported me.
This is the way it should be. Period.