I want to say I have multiple body counts of 15, and I’m 22. I realised a pattern, and I don’t want that for myself. Honestly, I let myself go. I wasn’t working or doing anything meaningful. I was just living, thinking that because I’m an adult now, it was okay. Then, when I stopped, all the memories came back. Well, I did feel shame, guilt, and sadness, but I’m learning to live with it and move on. I lacked boundaries and was dealing with s€xual immorality and all. I’m also trying to be abstinent. It’s not easy, but I will try. My body went through a lot without me knowing. I was dealing with depression and all. May we all be blessed.
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