I remembered the peace and calm cutting brings me. But I drown in guilt when Im reminded of how I remembered.
I don’t really have any place other to turn to than an anonymous confession site. I’m 32f, I’ve started to have fantasies about dogs and being mounted. No real place to safely talk about it, and not sure how to event process why I think about just. Just feel mostly embarrassed and alone.
I’m plagued with thoughts of r*** and homocide and I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t think I can. It feels me with immense guilt, especially when the person that I’m looking at, thinking of, doesn’t even know what kind of sick and terrible things I want to do to them. It’s sick. And unfortunately those thoughts have been worsening lately. They’ve gotten so extreme that I’m afraid I’m going to give in to them soon.
