Yep, thought about it. For a while my life was pretty shit. I was outed, it wasn’t something I was even sure of myself, and suddenly at 15 I was labelled. Had some pretty awful experiences at school, and even at my gymnastics club (somewhere I’d been going since 6, by people who I thought were my friends). Embarked on a disastrous relationship with a girl (probably just because we were both in the same boat if I’m honest) and that ended very very badly, nearly ruining my relationship with my family. I was in a bad place. Thankfully for me, I found people who pretty much rescued me. Chris my housemate for one. He’s a total brick, it’s like having an older brother.
Very very happy now though. (and very pleased I never had the courage to go through with it)