This post is hard and TW for those who have been SA'ed or dealt with trauma. The last paragraph is good and shows theres always light around the corner. Here it goes: Sometimes I wish my mind didn't make me think of traumatic events. I wish I didn't remember how it felt when my ex used me when I was highly intoxicated and vomiting everywhere. Then after that, he wanted me to say no or stop every time we did things (it became a kink to him).
But now, I'm with a guy who actually loves me and cares for me. He understands and let's me be human. And I fucking love him. I wouldnt trade him for the world and I know my life is so much better with him in it. ππ₯Ί


















