Tantum Vero Pacem Reperimus

Your life is defined not by the obstacles placed in front of you, but by how you overcome them.

Sometimes, you sail through. Sometimes, it gets messy.

While “messy” has consumed my life the past through years, the most detrimental thing I did to myself was lie and make things sound like they were better than they actually were. White lies would become big fat lies, and I would only end up letting down my friends and family.

Coming out was hard. Getting my heart broken was harder. Being left to deal with the mess that I had created was the hardest thing of all. Trying to deal with it all at once is also not a recommended solution. As I tried to come to terms with everything, I would simply stall. Searching for security elsewhere was the biggest mistake I ever made.

My whole life, I surrounded myself with people. I fled from any situation where I would be alone because I feared loneliness. I spent most of my time in after school activities to avoid coming home to an immigrant father who didn’t (and still doesn’t) understand me and a borderline sociopath Italian mother (who, in theory, I still love). I sought security and comfort elsewhere instead of finding it within myself.

Up until a few days ago, I still rejected my homosexual self. I still believed it was wrong. I still believed I deserved to be alone because of the choice I made. I believed I did not deserve to have a happy family nor a happy ending. The old Italian Catholic rhetoric was still strong inside of me. My family wasn’t what people would call helpful. I used their venomous words (yes, it’s inherited) to keep myself down. Sometimes, depression is a comfort zone.

I was a Liberal by “birthright”. Italians got red passports when they got off the boat in the 60s. Saint Leonard is as Liberal as Kansas but we still religiously vote Liberal. When I wanted to flee from the life I disliked, I threw myself into politics, usually with pretty good results. The Liberal Party became my refuge.

Politics is all about rhetoric and appearances. On some level, I do believe people do want what is best for everyone, but they also want is best for themselves. I dealt with lies and exaggerations every day of my political life. I perpetuated some of it myself. It was a perfect match for the spiraling life I was so anxiously trying to avoid.

My lies caught up to me and I was left devastated and alone. My friends had understandably left me to my own means, my family still upset. I was left all alone, my own worst nightmare. I pushed away those who cared with lies that I was doing swimmingly well. 15 months after coming out, I finally broke down and let it all sink in.

I slowly peeled away the people and the things in my life that allowed me to perpetuate the lies and depressive lifestyle. My whole life, I fled from loneliness. However, being left helpless and alone was the best thing that may have ever happened to me.

Searching one’s soul is difficult.

Finding what ails your soul is painstakingly gratifying.

The lies had to stop. I only found peace when I was being honest with myself.

Tantum Vero Pacem Reperimus

Only in the truth, do we find peace.

I left the Liberal Party and the hoo-ha of partisan politics not because of a personal grudge or glaring unhappiness, but because I could not bring myself to willingly lie every day for the rest of my life.

My strength is telling a good story. The stories tend to be better when they happen to be true. My passion for this country remains strong. I will continue to tell stories.

I will return to Concordia and complete my degree this fall. Once done, I will head for Journalism school, where I will learn to tell my stories better.

My high school gym teacher once told me that you learn a lot more from the hurdles you miss than the ones you jump over. Once you’ve learned enough, you’ll never miss a hurdle ever again.