Hey, I really appreciate your honesty. That kind of vulnerability takes strength.
I'm also a gay man, and I want to share something with you: I used to feel the same way. For a long time, I thought being gay was wrong. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin, like I was living someone else's life. And yeah, depression made all of that feel heavier—like I was trapped in a fog I couldn't explain.
But over time, things shifted. I started to accept myself—not overnight, and not without setbacks—but gradually, I realized that being gay wasn't the problem. It wasn't something to fix. It was part of me, and it didn't make me any less worthy of love, joy, or belonging.
Now, I'm in a relationship with someone who truly sees me, and I'm happy. Not perfect, not immune to hard days—but genuinely happy. And I say that not to brag, but to let you know that peace is possible. That self-acceptance isn't just a cliché—it's a doorway.
You already said something powerful: "being straight won't make any difference to how I feel." That tells me you know this is about depression, not identity. And that's a huge insight. Depression lies. It twists things. But your truth—who you are—is still there, waiting to be honored.
You're not broken. You're not alone. And you deserve to feel at home in your own life.