Zachary Mallory, LGBTQ advocate, shares how he has learned to find his own voice
The worst day of my life
My parents always questioned, but I never answered. I felt like they wouldn’t understand if I tried to explain it to them. I wish I would’ve told them sooner
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Every day after school, I would go straight to my room and just lay on my bed staring out of my window. My parents always questioned, but I never answered. I felt like they wouldn’t understand if I tried to explain it to them. I wish I would’ve told them sooner.
The next day I didn’t eat, I didn’t do my hair and I wore my pajamas to school. I wasn’t myself.
Walking through the hallways at school, everyone stared at me, pointed and laughed at me.
I felt invisible
It was like I was there, but I wasn’t important enough to ask if I needed someone to talk to. Not one person said anything, while actively watching me cut my wrist in the middle of class.
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My flashbacks
My mind was in rampage mode. My “best friend” wanted nothing to do with me because of my sexuality that I hid for so long.
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From three suicide attempts to renewed hope
I’m happy to say that I lived through the darkest times of my life, and I am doing so much better now.
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So many people that experience this believe shame on them, when it is really shame on us, our lack of awareness, stupidity, like spoiled children always taking without ever looking at how the other guy is suffering. How fucking stupid is it to be so full of rage that one has to push a gentle soul down stairs so as to selfishly avoid a challenge to our little bubble, or to understand that there is no challenge to our little bubble. I won’t get into my personal life here, but I know. I know all this up close and personal.… Read more »