I tried, I honestly did. I wanted to belong. I wanted to return to my church. I didn't want to look into my parents eyes and see shame, revolt. 
Seeing the other people around me struggling took everything out of me. I couldn't imagine a lifetime without following my heart.

Sometime, it must have been during the second month, I couldn't remember who I was anymore. Did I ever really know who I was? I envisioned myself as a young girl in Sunday school, blurting out innocent answers. I just wanted to be, just wanted to live and love. I wanted that again, without barriers.

Did I not have an aunt in Seattle?