I grew up in a non-Christian family. I mean my parents always knew about God, kinda knew about His existence, but they never prayed or go to church or at least do something that would let them call themselves believers or Christians. I always knew about God from my grandma. She taught me to pray and told me about Jesus and who He is. It was very few of it, but however I’m so thankful for that. There I truly understood who Jesus was and what He did on the cross. At that camp I had decided to repent and to accept Him in my heart as Savior and best friend. I just cried a lot, like a few hours and neither couldn’t stop nor explain what that feeling was.
Unfortunately when I got home I returned to my old lifestyle. I was excepting for a big supernatural change but it never happened. And so I did every year: I was going at the same camp every summer, having the same deep moment and feeling until I got back home. But at a certain point, at 16 or 17 I guess, I started to read the Bible, to go to church. And things like began to move a little bit.
As a throwback, also at 13 or 14 years old I discovered sexuality. As every child or teenager I started to learn about it, to learn about my body, about my attractions, about everything. In that period and even more after I was very alone, I had no friends. I was a forever alone guy with a lot of depressions. That’s why at the moment I discovered I like both boys and girls I didn’t know how to react, neither it was normal or not. In the same time I had a lot to do with hatred and bullying. I was so used to it because of my appearance, because I looked so different than the other guys of my age. Also, I was very skinny because of some serious health problems. More than that, I had very bad acne and remember I just didn’t want to leave the house because of shame.