Constructing a house of cards can often be difficult and painfully disappointing. The builder often exhales an audible sigh of relief each time a new card is added. He understands how temperamental the structure is and how delicate his hand must be in order to keep the impressive framework from collapsing. He often steps back and studies his work from different angles, determining the best strategy to reinforce the foundation before attempting his next move. He continues to build, never leaving his obsession unattended for he knows that even the smallest occurrence could cause the destruction of what he has worked so hard to accomplish.
I feel as if I have been building a house of cards my entire life. Every piece was carefully placed each time I did something good. Its very construction was the evidence I needed to convince myself and others that I was worth something. However, I knew that deep inside of me I had a secret that threatened to destroy everything I had worked so hard to build. It seemed to me that no matter how much good I ever did, everything would come crashing down if someone were to know what was weighing so heavily on my heart.
Building this house of good deeds became my obsession. I was an active and faithful member of the church who everyone loved and admired. I was a classic overachiever who was the first to volunteer for everything. I was every mother in law’s dream- everyone wanted me to date their daughter, sister, friend, or neighbor. In all things, it seemed as though I were an incredible success.
Just as the cautious builder never left his masterpiece unattended, I too never allowed myself to wander away from my creation. I was so proud of the person I had become, I could not let my secret ruin my reputation. Little by little I started to realize that while my issues with same gender attraction were not threatening my reputation, they were completely destroying me on the inside. Keeping my feelings bottled up inside me only led me down a path of self hatred, and utter despair. I was literally at the end of my rope, but didn’t know where to turn. Was it possible that there was anyone out there like me? Someone who was struggling as much as I was, but desired more than anything to stay true to the faith that I loved?
It was in my moment of absolute loneliness, that I found a book in the Deseret Book catalog that dealt with this very issue. As I began reading, I felt as if I was reading my own story. For the first time in my life, I realized that I was not alone in my struggle. I knew that there must be others like me out there. I was determined to let my secret out and deal with it. It was time to face this challenge head on, rely on the Lord for support and strength, and most importantly, it was time to realize that it was not going to go away.
For those of you who struggle with feelings of same gender attraction, I hope you know that you aren't alone. I also hope that at some point in your life you are able to recognize that all of the good inside you matters so much more than this one little piece of you. There will be ups and downs along the way, but I pray that you will face each day with a determination to be the best YOU that you can be.