Wednesday, March 28, 2012

My Story


Hi, my name is Mark Trombly.  I'm 38 years old, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and gay.  This blog, which I so rightfully named "A New Beginning" back in 2007, is my story.  Why am I writing this?  Because I belong to a select group of individuals who is so understood, we don't even understand ourselves.  For most of my life I have felt conflicted.  I have felt that there were two opposing parts of me that were fighting for attention, the one that wanted to be an active member of the Church, and the one who felt this very real attraction towards men.  Honestly, as I evaluate my life, I can't see my life without either one of those aspects of myself.  At least for now, the thought of having to choose between giving up either my membership in the Church, or giving up my homosexuality, is somewhat like having to choose between cutting off either my right arm or my left arm.  I don't want to cut off either one.  I am quite attached to both of them.  So now what???

For the longest time, I have thought that all I had to do was change and I would be happy.  I have thought that the "gay" part of me was defective.  I saw myself as a defective.  I spent the majority of my life running from myself.  In all reality, I hated myself.  This hatred manifested itself in almost daily suicidal thoughts and in eating obsessively.  I knew that I wasn't strong enough to actually kill myself, but I also knew that if I ate enough, it would eventually happen.

Why am I writing such a depressing article?  Why am I choosing to come forward now?  There are multiple reasons.  I ran into the primary reason when I logged onto www.affirmation.org.  From their website, Affirmation is a group of "Lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender individuals from every background and situation, united in the shared experience of a spiritual and/or cultural heritage in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”  I did not log onto that website because I believe in what they stand for.  I logged on because I was curious.  What I saw when I logged on shook me.  I saw the following words:

Gay Mormon Man from Utah Commits Suicide
Chris Wayne Beers was 38 years old

According to stories posted on several Mormon blogs, Chris Wayne Beers, a returned missionary and former church employee, took his life on March 18. He was 38 years old.

As I read those words I thought, “That could be me.”  I’m 38 years old.  I have felt conflicted about my sexuality for my whole life.  I thought that all I had to do was change, get married to a woman, have the quintessential “Mormon” family, and everything would be better.  I have spent my whole life feeling like I didn’t quite fit in.  I have spent my whole life feeling like I had to fit into someone else’s predetermined mold, but I couldn't.    I have had people who were straight tell me that I didn’t seem like I was straight.  I have had people who were gay tell me that I didn’t seem like I was gay.  I have spent my whole life wondering where I fit in.  I have spent my whole life feeling like I was unacceptable to both God and man.  I have spent my whole life thinking that if I were to actually admit that I was gay, that God would somehow stop loving me.  I felt that, in some ways, he didn’t love me because I didn’t live up to his ideal. 

I am coming forth because I feel, no, I know, that I am not alone.  I know that for every Chris Wayne who kills himself, there are hundreds, if not thousands of individuals, of all faiths, who suffer in silence.  I know that there are also a large percentage of individuals who choose the painful route of leaving the very faith, which they have held dear for so many years, because they can see no other way.  I am also coming forth because there are so many men who are otherwise happily married to women, who feel that they are failing in their relationships with their wives and their children because they cannot seem to get over this attraction to men that plagues them so. (OK, perhaps this is a little melodramatic, but it’s 2:30 in the morning so please give me a break!)  J

Thankfully, there have been certain events, of which I will write at a later date, that have helped me to begin to resolve some of the above-mentioned conflicts in my life.  Believe me; I have a slew of blog postings that I have started in the past few months that are waiting to be finished.  One of the biggest ones is the discovery of a counseling program called “The Map.”  It was spearheaded by two wonderful people, Danny Caldwell and Lucinda Berg.  This program is unique in that it doesn’t present individuals with an either/or scenario.  Its main goal is to help the individuals who go through it to find balance and give them the tools to make their own decisions in life, to develop their own context, and to see life in a way that works for them.  Thanks to my few meetings with Lucinda, who by the way, is a wonderful, loving person, someone with whom I instantly felt comfortable, I have been able to gain some pretty valuable insights about myself and how I run my life. 

This program is a program that, as a future counselor, I can see myself getting behind.  The first phase is called “The Junction.”  From their website:

The Junction is a 10 week counseling program designed to give you the tools to make your own MAP and live your best life. Each session is designed to explore important issues such as: improving self-esteem, creating short and long term goals, improving family relationships, enhancing social relationships, dealing with anger, avoiding depression, reducing anxiety and avoiding thinking errors. At the end of the 10 week course, you will better understand who you are, and how best to incorporate these key components which are essential for growth and well being, into your life.

At this point you will be able to better decide which route you want to take in this journey, whether that is choosing one of the 3 routes offered by The MAP or continuing on your own.

After “The Junction” they have three different “Routes.”  Route 1 is for those individuals who decide that being gay is not part of their core beliefs about themselves and would like to change that.  Route 2 is for individuals who want to accept the fact that they’re gay, but do not wish to pursue romantic relationships with other men.  Route 3 is for individuals for whom being Gay is part of their identity and want to learn how to express that part of themselves in a healthy way.  Regardless of which route they choose, the choice is always made by the individual. 

Wow!  I feel so much better after writing this.  I guess it’s time to go to sleep.  Thank you for reading.  Please stay tuned for more.

Love,

Mark

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The Dream

Right before I woke up I had a dream.  This dream was so profound that I had to write it down before I forgot it.  In the dream I was with my friends, Niel and Brittany Campbell, who I know from BYU--Idaho.  Niel and Brittany had driven out to where I was because I was having car trouble.  Niel got in my car and drove it away.    I then got into Niel and Britanny's car, with Brittany, and drove away.  I soon realized that I was having trouble seeing where I was going, which puzzled me.  I soon found out that the reason why I was having trouble seeing where I was going was because I was sitting in the back seat.  I then realized that Brittany was sitting in the front passenger's seat, there was nobody driving, and we were about to begin down this steep, windy hill on a city street.  I panicked and asked Brittany if she had a way to stop the car.  She tried at first, unsuccessfully, until I recommended that she slide over to the driver's seat and stop it, which she eventually did.  Thankfully, we were able to make it down the hill without any incident.  I then got in the driver's seat and we both drove off.  It was then that I noticed, by looking at Niel's awesome GPS display which took up the entire dash board in front of me, that I was off course and did not know how to get back.

This life may or may not be a metaphor for my life.  I have finally begun to come to terms with the fact that I'm gay and I'm having a really hard time with that.  I have started seeing a therapist who has a program set up to help me to make some big decisions in my life.  I guess I could draw some other metaphors, but it's time for me to go to work.  I might add a part two to this posting later.


Monday, March 12, 2012

Blessings

Life's been kind of tumultuous recently.  I'm not at liberty to say why right now, just suffice it to say that it has been that way.  Today, some of the tumult ended in a way that was both satisfying and grieving at the same time. After it ended, I had the opportunity to go to a good friend's house and play a really cool game.  On the way home, I decided to turn on my iPod and listen to some Aerosmith.  The following song came on, which touched me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSmOvYzSeaQ&ob=av2e

I have noticed that there are many times in my life when I am not grateful for the blessings with which I have been bestowed.  Sometimes, I have noticed, that God has to take me down a peg or two in order to make me realize how blessed I am.  When I am finally able to slow down and listen to him, and see the beauty of life all around me, I am amazed.  I am amazed this evening about how good Heavenly Father is to me.  I am also amazed at how kind and generous some people are (you know who you are) even though I may not feel like I deserve it.

I find the entire message of this song to be heart warming, especially the chorus:

It's amazing,
With the blink of an eye, you finally see the light.
Oh, it's amazing,
When the moment arrives, that you know you'll be all right.
Oh, it's amazing,
And I'm saying a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight.

I am so grateful for the blessings that Heavenly Father has given me.  I know that he loves me even though I stumble, fall, and try to get back up again.  I know that he loves every "desperate heart," regardless of our station, circumstance, or whether we are able to love him back.

This post goes out to all of you desperate hearts out there, wherever you are.  I love you!

Mark