As a trisexual, I've always struggled with the pressure to conform to societal norms. The constant questioning and judgment from others has taken a toll on my mental health, leaving me feeling lost and alone.
I've tried to fit into boxes labeled 'straight', 'gay', or 'bisexual', but none of them truly capture who I am. It's like trying to put a square peg in a round hole – it just doesn't work.
Depression is like a thick fog that wraps around me, making it impossible to see any light at the end of the tunnel. It's a constant companion that I've grown accustomed to, but it doesn't make it any less suffocating.
I've tried to talk about my feelings with friends and family, but they often don't understand or dismiss my emotions as 'just being sad'. It's like they're telling me to snap out of it, without realizing the depth of pain I'm in.
I've come to realize that my identity is not defined by others' expectations. I am more than just a label or a diagnosis – I am a complex individual with thoughts, feelings, and desires.
It's taken me a long time to get here, but I've finally found the courage to embrace who I am. It's scary, but it's also liberating.