This post is the fourth in a series.
I did quite a bit of journaling through the time when I was coming to recognize my reality. I would like to share some of these entries with you as a window into what it means to come out. Please come back to read through the rest of the journey. If you haven’t read the first, you can click here to be redirected to that post, called Truth. From there, at the bottom of each post you can navigate to the next.
Feb. 10, 2020
I have come out to Barry. I want to say it some other way. “I told Barry.” It can’t be “coming out.” That’s not really what this is, is it? It’s very strange. I’m discounting for myself what I would affirm for someone else. Maybe not discounting. Reframing? Something.
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It makes so much sense to not be sure “coming out” is the correct phrase or to discount it but it *is* the correct phrase.
I am very happy you came out to me. It makes some things make more sense and helps me see you even more as the unique and wonderful person you are in all your true self
Thank you, my Love!