Unchained: Finding Freedom Through Loss and Self-Love

Do we ever really know ourselves until the people who held us captive are gone? My parents were conservative to the bone. Loving? Sometimes. Controlling? Always. And I knew early: if I showed them who I really was—a gay man—they would reject me. Could I survive that? Could I survive abandonment? I couldn’t. So I hid. Compartmentalized. Became a master of living in pieces. And it broke me. Mentally. Physically. Spiritually.

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