The final piece....
It is done.
I finally decided it is now or never.
I made the decision to fly back home to my mom 2 week ends ago.
.....and I came out to her. She is still talking to me but very cordial.....not unexpected behaviour.
I feel that I am now not living a lie. Living with my partner.
I am finally out to my entire immediate family and close friends.
and a time to take note the love and support that I have been given to me by my circle of friends and my siblings
and to give my mom a chance to accept me whole heartedly, Most importantly, be patient and understanding of her.
It is now the time to move on with my life....
Labels: Coming Out
Catch Up
Wow I didn't realised how long has it been since I last blog until I logged in today. It's been nearly a month! :-)
So my apologies for not writing earlier! Wondering how life has been for me? Well - since I got back from US, life has been pretty full on! Events after one another - it just kept rolling and rolling. Somehow life didn't want me to stop and consolidate. It just went on and on and on.....until I decided that I needed a break from the fast pace lifestyle! I thought I better take extra care here as I am no longer the stallion going at 100 km/h.
The first week I got back from US - a very good friend of mine went missing. To cut the story short, he tried committing suicide the day before I got back home. I only come to realise it when his girl friend went into his room and saw notes placed on items that he wanted to distribute after he's gone. Only then it sunk in! I should have reported him missing the day before after his girl friend raised the alarm. I simply shrug it off!
We quickly went to the police station and reported him missing. After 10 minutes of intense questioning and the relentless calls made around the Hospitals, we finally found him. He was found at the beach incoherent from an overdose of sleeping pills and a bottle of liquor on him. Some guardian angel checked him in into the emergency ward. We raised to the hospital, found him resting and relieved. I was so relieved that I broke down and cried.
I cried for the fact that he was alive and I didn't have to find a dead body.
I cried because I should have come to his rescue earlier on but didn't think he was suicidal. All those regrets.
I cried because he as a friend that I treasure most.....
So the ordeal thought me something about depression - never underestimate the "situation" and to look out for suicidal signs. And never to shrug anyone with any suicidal thoughts.....
