I've always had contemplated telling someone, anyone. Wanting to yell it at the top of my lungs in the middle of the street, Goddamn it! But I couldn't.
And so I waited 21 years to finally get it off my chest. It was like a un-suspecting hiccup. It didn't even smell bad. Just a whiff of hot air drifting into familiar faces.
I won't lie, it was difficult and foreign, but the weight of keeping silent was finally lifted. I think, it's time for change. And Change I will. For the better and not only for myself.