Believe in Myself

It has been 2 weeks since I came out to my mom.

I know that what I may be going through could be irrelevant to what is going on right now in the US, but I still need to vent about it.

My boyfriend and I rearranged his room to accommodate both of us. Somehow we made it to a way were there is more space to walk around. We moved the TV as well. Now it doesn’t just feel like his room, it feels more like our room.

Even though it does feel more like our room, it still doesn’t feel like home. I don’t know when it will or if it ever will.

Yesterday we watched Leah Remini’s documentary about Jehovah Witness. It was triggering, yes, but I wanted him to know even just an once of what I went through, or what it was like being one all my life.

I grew up as a JW. So all things I was taught, all the things I was told, they’re engraved in my head and I have to wait on time to erase them.

I’m still getting used to this. This is a big transition for me. Losing my mom, getting kicked out, living somewhere new, living with another person. It all hit me like a bus..

But, threw all this I know I can make it. I just need to believe in myself.