Since I was 14 I knew I was different. My mom never really accepted me for who I was. People have always told me its just a phase. You’ll get over it. All my life I’ve struggled with “Am I gay, straight?”.
I almost ended my life because of it, but I went to therapy and I’ve accepted myself. I know I’m different and I don’t care what anyone thinks. Some of my family doesn’t get it, but who cares. I’m bisexual and I am trying to love myself again. I was in a toxic relationship and I didn’t love myself at all, but I’m getting back to the way I loved myself when I was in high school.