It's been a long time in the closet and I'm tired. I've really put myself out there since I started writing this blog, the other, and becoming active on several sites. I'm tired of having to keep quiet while people parade their religion and political views. I'm tired of having people use the word "atheist" around me like it's a dirty word. I'm tired of people trying to impose their religion on me through the ballot box.
And most of all, I'm tired of worrying that someone is going to out me to my family.
Now the day has come, it seems, because I've been placed under that threat. That's ok. I haven't said anything that's not true and that I would take back. The chances of my parents finding out this week are extremely high so I've made the first move - the one I've wanted to make for a long time. I wrote my mom a message and told her the truth.
I don't know how she'll react and I can't be responsible for that. I have to be responsible for my life, my actions, and my words. I'm proud that I can now attach my name and face to those words if I so choose. I'm glad that I can be free to speak my mind and, if someone doesn't like it, they can either say so or shut up.
I'm glad that I can finally be me!
My name is Jen. I'm an atheist with bipolar disorder. And I don't care what anybody thinks about it.