Ryan wasn't stable, and in truth, he hadn't been for years. His concerned wife was desperate.
"You need to go get help. And the church is willing to pay for you to go see someone."
He agreed.
Weeks later he sat in this therapists office and spilled his guts all over the room, saying things he felt he couldn't say to anyone else in his world. He confessed to sins and dirty things. Shameful and dark things, things that had eaten at his soul for years.
"I'm bisexual. But lately I have no attraction towards women at all. None. This is going to end my marriage, I know it. But that's the truth. That's where I'm at... So I guess I can't say I'm bisexual at all, but clearly gay..."
"I understand that, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. What is wrong is the way you're feeling about yourself, and how you're actively killing yourself as a result of holding on to all the pain you're feeling."
"I've wanted to end my life. I don't know how else to escape the pain." Ryan confessed.
"You do not want to do that. Do you know what happens when you die? When your body dies, you piss, you shit and you cum... You really want to be found that way?? Furthermore, that pain that you're feeling... If you take your life, you'll only be sharing that pain with everyone who cares for you and loves you. Would you really do that to the people in your life?? I want you to think long and hard about that!!"
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