I hate cheesy posts

I really do, but this one will be one of them so we just have to endure it because it's not going anywhere.

I can't say exactly why but this picture gives me a sense of relief. Whenever I think about my recent past I despise myself, but at the time I'm so glad it happened because if it wasn't sex work then it would've been drinking or drugs or something else. But still, I hate myself. I don't know how I became the way that I am. Every time I try to think about potential triggers, I keep going back to the first big event in my life where I got bullied for my weight at the delicate age of 6. (For the record that bullying stopped when I developed anorexia and lost some weight at 16.) But surely that can't be enough to provoke so many mental health issues? I guess I'll be addressing this question at a later date because right now I really need sleep!



Sooo, the point of this post is this cheesy picture. It helps me move on a little bit more each time I see it. I reminds me of all the reasons that make me want to avoid re-living my past. God help me when I do have to relive it.