Job 3

“Cry, baby, cry. Cry out to God for [They] will hear you.” These are the words that were offered to me by a co-worker the morning after I came out. Distraught and confused, wishing that I could cease to be, my then high school self felt worn down by all that had befallen me in the previous twelve hours. How could this be? Why does it have to be this way? What could I do to make this all better? These were the questions that played on repeat in my mind as I sought to make sense of how my

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