r/me_irlgbt

when i was a kid, i used to pretend i woke up in a different reality where my family hated me. thinking, praying, that one day soon, i'd wake up in the right dimension where they loved me, properly loved me.

it took me a while, but i got there. a lot of things about where i am now are so similar to my old life, but better. different but the same. i feel at home, but i actually feel loved, i actually AM loved. and i have a life worth living.