Sex ruined my life.
It’s everywhere, isn’t it? It’s almost inescapable. We have a bit of a collective obsession with sex. Topics vary widely too, who is having it, who isn’t, who shouldn’t, who would never, it’s endless. It’s exhausting, it’s also delicious.
So, we have a problem, don’t we? Everyone has their very own relationship to sex, but sex doesn’t really have a relationship with us. Does that even make sense? Doesn’t matter, let’s keep going, shall we?
Let’s go back to the beginning, SEX RUINED MY LIFE.
Let me resist the urge to be coy here, desire can lead a person to disaster.
Ahem…SEX ruined my life.
I’ve been so hungry for love. For Connection. For Meaning.
I’ve made so many mistakes. I am so sorry.
I am so grateful.
I’m learning to love myself.
I’m working on healing my relationship to sex and love.
If you are hurting, if you are hungry too, you are welcome here.
Let’s try to find healing together.
All my love,
Betty
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