I would like to tell you a small story which may look weird. Each time
I had to do my "coming-out" (I don't like this word) to someone and
that it felt too hard for me, one colleague offered me sometimes ago
a stupid little rock that was lying on my desk. Each time I had to
tell someone, I was taking that little rock in my hand, and it helped
me focusing and gave me some courage. This can sound stupid, it is
only a little rock, but I feel like it helped me every time.