This evening a friend of mine told me he had read my post on anxiety (“The Prayer Request Book, and what came of it”) and confessed having gone through something similar earlier this year. We talked about it, and it felt good to form that connection.
Another friend of mine came out to me recently after having heard my poetry, particularly the Volcanic Ash poem; she was concerned about not fitting the ‘queer’ stereotype and wondered how to go about engaging with the commununity.
Yet another person who would soon become a friend wrote to me about having HPV because someone had told her I’d shared my experience on Facebook, and she needed someone to talk to.
I share my stories for a reason: so that other people will feel comfortable sharing theirs. And you don’t need to be famous. And you don’t need to be particularly eloquent about it. You just need to be honest, sincere, open – and other people will find comfort in this.
And that is why I write.