No longer

I want to be honest. I want to be myself. And I was so afraid that I would hurt or disappoint the family that I could not bring myself to tell them. So, in a way, I was angry that I could not tell them. In order to deal with the anger, I subconsiously lashed out with a poor attitude and short temper. I was masquerading myself, trying to cover myself up and not address the issue. But I have come to a point where I have to address it and have, in a way, become prepared and ready mentally and emotionally to do so.

I no longer want to hurt, hide, ignore. I want to be strong and free.