I denied it for a long, long time. I would say to myself and to others that I did not have a problem and they didn't have the right to say that I did.
"I'm straight!" That's what I would say to mask my pain and frustration. knowing that I was far from straight or o.k. I was hurt and felt defeated, which was displayed through anger. I wanted to cry out for help, but the very thought of me crying out for help, made me cringe. It added to my pain. I wasn't ready to discuss my vulnerabilities or acknowledge the pain I felt. It wasn't until I was losing control physically, emotionally, and internally that I decided to watch my film and remove the mask...
In this book I am going to discuss my journey along with other mens journey from brokenness to wholeness…