Back when I was Christian, I hated what I was. I spent my youth "praying the gay away" and all that. As a result, I suffered from depression and anxiety pretty much straight out of the womb.

Then I came out, was ostracized by my Christian family, and everything I was afraid of happening happened.

But you know what? I ended up finding a new family who loves and supported who I am. I married a wonderful woman who loves me in all my trans masc non-binary, bisexual confusion.

I realized that what I hated wasn't my being queer, what I hated was that my family would never love me unconditionally. Now I love who I am and I honestly feel happier than I ever did performing the cis straight dance.