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Storytelling is one of the oldest forms of communication. "Research supports these intuitions. There is a large body of scientific work supporting the theory of narrative identity, which suggests that our sense of self is best described as the integrative, internalized, evolving story we weave about our lives," says, Annie Brewster, MD is the Founder and Executive Director of Health Story Collaborative, Inc, Co-Director of the Healing Story Sessions program

I have personally witnessed the power of storytelling not only in my own life but in the lives of the hundreds of people I have sat with. It's not only beneficial to the tellers but also the listeners. There are endless lessons behind the words for all of us to digest. 

Heal Your Story, and listen to others. 

Bailey & Cassi at a LGBT Nightclub in Daytona Beach     2007   Photo | Bryan Kasm

Bailey & Cassi at a LGBT Nightclub in Daytona Beach     2007

Photo | Bryan Kasm

Cassi and JT at Pulse Nightclub    2007                                                                                Photo | JT Karol

Cassi and JT at Pulse Nightclub    2007                                                                                Photo | JT Karol



Growing up in South Florida I had a trivial idea of what it meant to be queer in this world we’ve created. Though the older I got the more fearful I became of it yet it’s never not been a part of my identity even when I didn’t realize it myself.

I had my earliest thoughts about being gay at five years old, before I even knew the connecting identifiers. At seven, I admitted it to myself out loud as I walked passed the tree which grew in the front yard of the house I lived in with my mother and sister, “I’m going to be gay when I grow up”.

Then for many years I hid it deep inside myself so I wouldn’t even know it was there. I forgot about those confessions and how women made me feel. I was trying to fit in and be “like everyone else” which never worked, not even once. It was even only recently I’ve come to accept that I will never “just fit in” even though it was something I strived for in almost every chapter of my life.

At 17 the water began to boil over, I started remembering and feeling again. I moved out of my mother’s house the summer before my senior year of high school to embark on one of the most difficult years of my life. Growing up and the beginnings of finding out who I really am instead of the person I wanted to be.

I tested the waters for months, even came out to my best friend that year over the phone in a panic. Screaming and sobbing, “I can’t be gay, I can’t be gay, I can’t be gay…Oh god I think I might be gay.” And at that point my only understanding of the word meant my life would be more complicated than it already was.

In an effort to stand up for the people who were also struggling with their own identities I would come out to my mother accidentally and years later to my father with a single question, “You know already, don’t you?”



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