I wanted more truth, I wanted access to the secrets that were hidden within me—the anger, the pain, the fear, the joy, the relief. I wanted it to be OK for me to be messy, to be wrong, to be bad. I couldn’t feel my feelings at home; I couldn’t share them with anyone. So, I set out on a journey to find places where my feelings would be accepted and my secrets could be told, even in code. I was willing to be whoever I needed to be, but I knew I had to be someone other than myself.
