My plan is to come out to my parents in three weeks. When this happens, I will almost certainly lose everything. I think that maybe I could have one friend left who will still talk to me, but that’s it, and that’s not all that certain anyway. The parents have already said they’d kick me out of the house, and the rest of my social circle is the church I’ve been forced to attend since I was old enough to go. The church is quite hostile toward anything LGBT+ related, so when I come out, I will lose what little social circle I have. I will be an outcast in the community. The thing is, I’ve been wanting to do this since I learned that I am the way I am. The parents and I don’t get along anyway, and the church hasn’t been for me since I’ve been able to realize that I don’t believe in it at all. I’ve got my exit plan all figured out. I’ve got a college scholarship that will cover absolutely every expense for the next four years. Classes, books, food, and housing are covered, so I’ve got a place to land when I get kicked out. I’ve got enough in savings to make the trip to the school and survive on my own for a couple of weeks until my meal plan gets activated. I think I’ve got everything covered. So, why is it I’m so nervous? I’ve been dreaming about this clean break from my closeted life for years now. Why is it that, now that I’m a few weeks away from starting my life of being free, I’m scared to do it? The only thing that has kept me moving forward in life is the dream of the clean break from this life and starting a new one, and now that I have the chance to do it, I’m getting scared. Shouldn’t I be excited about this instead of scared?