After This

A Son’s Battle

Even with drugs I couldn’t accept myself. The deep pain and shame of the closet was killing me. I cried out to God in silent desperation: “Help me, help me!”

A Mother’s Love

I couldn’t believe I had missed my son’s torturing pain. I didn’t care what anybody said about homosexuality. My son was hurting and I was going to find help.

A Sister’s Support

I didn’t know how I would do it but, I...