It is November already, which means that it has been 6 months since my treatment with NiceDay has ended. How am I doing 6 months later? I’ll explain it in this blog.

First of all, I am happy to say that I am doing well! During my treatment at NiceDay I realized that just after my coming out, my life had been a roller coaster. I had to made a big decision really quick: am I doing a 10 month internship in a country where gays are not accepted or shouldn’t I do that? I also got into a relationship fairly quickly. After this relationship broke down, I started thinking. This in combination with the fact that my grandfather was in very poor health, I lost one of my best friends in a motorcycle accident during my treatment at NiceDay and I  had to buy a house as well. During this period I went too fast for myself. I felt weak, restless, hot-tempered, sad and I was often unreasonable towards my family.

All these bumps are things that many people experience in their lives. If these bumps come one by one, you often can get through it independently. But all together at once, it became too much for me and I decided to go to NiceDay for help. My dear coach Sarah has listened to my story a lot and gave tips and hints on how to deal with my situation.

I mainly found out that after my coming-out, I was unable to process my “being gay”. Thanks to Sarah, I also found that writing things down greatly helps me to express my heart. I still use writing as an outlet, in which I can express many feelings and sometimes with a tear. About the latter: no, it really is okay to cry once!

I am also very happy that I can share my story on the NiceDay blog, so I can inspire other people and especially help them with my story. Personally, I don’t think I’m the only guy in a similar situation.

Of course, like everyone else, I have a day or an evening when I feel down. But now these moments often have a logical cause and not, as for my treatment, without an apparent reason for myself. Now, I give my life an 8! Especially after the move to my first home!

Hug,

Bert