Our stories vary tremendously.
Each of us, have our own little closet.
We each have our fair share of, "when I was 15, I had....".
But the fact is, we don't live in it.
Our closets, big or small, no matter how dark or gloomy or scary, we each have a story to tell.
No person in their right mind could measure how hard another person's story is.
Its subjective, yes. But you can never say that another person's story is not as hard as yours.
You can never say that you had it worst.
Hard is hard.
Coming out of your closet, to tell your story, whatever it may be, is hard.
But when you do, you will see that society, though very misconstrued and judgemental, are rather accepting.
Because in its own idealistically shaped mindsets, they wonder how you managed to find the courage to put on a brave front, to pull through and simply carry on.
