I’d love to say “yes”, but the reality is more complicated than that.
Especially after coming out, years ago at this point, I’ve lost, gained, and again lost social circles.
Intermittent support from my mom, becoming mostly estranged from my dad, dealing with addiction, and misdiagnosed mental illness; it has been rough these past few years. There are of course small victories and positives, but spiraling down over things that may not even be real, and a couple of relapses, I have now put myself in a difficult financial situation. That has caused so much stress and strife in my life.
On top of this, we are dealing with increased hostility just for existing, socially and politically. We have become the scapegoat; the cause of society’s ills. It has really gotten to me, to the point where I am constantly on the defensive when I catch a whiff of bigotry or micro-aggression.
The sum of all of the parts is certainly greater than the whole.
It feels like I cannot get ahead—the feeling that I struggle to keep my head above water most of the time. Is it real or just perceived? I seriously cannot tell. In my mind’s eye, it does not matter. The way I experience it is still the same.
This reeks of “poor me”. I’m not sure how to describe it in any other way. I don’t need the support of others, nor their pity. It’s a path I feel I have to walk alone. I’m still trying to square that. It is so very difficult.
The silver lining is that I have my son, and he is more than enough for me. Him inching closer and closer to becoming a man makes me proud to be his parent each and every day.
Has life improved as I’ve grown older? I’m not sure.