Though this phrase--“coming out of the closet”- is often used in reference to LGBTQ individuals, I have realized that we all have to “come out” at some point in our lives. I understand “coming out” to mean announcing who you are in spite of what other people expected, assumed, raised, or hoped you to be.
When I began to grow I could no longer listen to stories that I'd longed to listen to before. I could hear the lack of self-worth in her decision "give him one more chance," I could hear his internal rage in his daily gripe about his "stupid boss," and I could see the role she played in her money problems. I was no longer attracted to it. I just couldn't be around that $h@!. I wanted people who would support me in being my best-self. I needed more.