I told myself for the first time ever that I’m going to tell the truth about my battle to overcome a problem with lust. My family, my friends, my confidants, everyone deserves to know the truth about it. At this moment, I’m writing about it in an in depth style. Remembering all of this feels absolutely awful. I feel terrible about what I did. The women I victimized, the married ladies I lusted after, the girls at my youth group who were in wet dreams of mine. Coming clean has never felt so good though. And you know what, as I write, it feels like the burden is already beginning to leave me.
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Would you like to explain your problem in greater detail? Why do you think it’s a problem in the first place? How has it harmed you?
T.A.
Instead of writing in depth style try writing gangnam style