I always thought the Church was a place where people loved each other more than doctrine, a place where members would sooner hold me with open, compassionate arms than let me walk away... The last few days and weeks haven't shaken my testimony, but they have altered my opinion of the Church. And for the first time in a long time, I seriously consider walking away. I just wish I knew where I could go.
There's something more appealing about being surrounded by those who love and support you; by being able to follow your heart wherever it leads; to finding companionship and love.
If I leave, this is where I want to go: