Untitled
  • WpView
    Reads 13
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing7m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 7, 2020
"I feel like I can't say no. It's like, all I know is escorting. Using my body to make others happy because at the end of the day, I don't feel like my body belongs to me - it never did. It's for everyone else to do what they want with to make them happy." Based on true events. Trigger warnings: - Abuse - Child abuse - Physical, emotional and sexual abuse - Sex work - Mental health - Suicide attempts and/or intentions
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Someone New ✓
  • Evolution
  • Rising from the ashes
  • patient or past?
  • give me back my girlhood
  • As I wish  {the second part of my autobiography}. ✔️
  • Holding On To Heartache
  • Mental Health One shots
  • Suffer
  • Elizabeth

"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines