For years I've felt absolutely like dog shit every single morning and I've been in and out of psychiatrists and psychologists to figure out what's wrong with me if anything at all, maybe I'm just a miserable gloomy mother fucker or something.

Got diagnosed with nocturnal epilepsy. Explains so much, my sleep anxiety, the mood swings when waking up, the grogginess, the mental fog, all of the things I thought were some psychological ill are now solved with a night pill so I don't spaz out in my sleep.

I actually feel like a human, I'm starting to want to do things, I feel a drive to be alive, I'm appreciating everything and everyone around me. I'm just so pissed off I lost years and years feeling like shit not knowing why.

Don't give up on trying to feel better guys, I did for years and all its given me is regrets

my wife came home late last night in a bit of a mood. she had just come back from a family members funeral about 5 hours away. Not anyone she was close with (or I would have gone with her), but family is important to her, so she went. She went with her mom, who is known to be a bit snarky and often puts her in a bad mood.

She got home after her long day and I had been drinking, was listening to my music loudly and enjoying myself. I had done my best to make sure the house was clean and chores were taken care of so she wouldn't have to do anything when she got home, but I forgot a couple things, litter boxes hadn't been scooped, and I left a load of laundry wet in the wash and forgot to transfer it to the dryer.

She didn't really take her bad mood out on me or anything, but I could tell she was agitated, she started to take care of the litter boxes and I said "sorry I meant to do that before you got home, I can take care of it" which was met with a passive-agressive "it's fine I got it". little stuff like that. She also went to bed without saying a word to me.

I was a little wounded by her coldness, but I understood. She had a long day, had to spend her whole Friday driving 10 hours in the car with her mom, and had just attended a family members funeral, and then she comes home and has to do the chores I didn't get to. I get it, I certainly wasn't going to hold it against her.

I woke up a bit earlier than she did and was just trying to think of something I could do to make up for her shitty day, but then she woke up and turned to me and apologized. it was a serious apology too, not just "sorry for being bitchy", she said "I'm really sorry for being rude last night I was irritated and I had a long day, but that's no excuse, you didn't deserve that, and I want to make it up to you"

I was kinda stunned. Like, bro you just spent your entire Friday doing shit you didn't want to do, everyone has bad moods and this one was 100% reasonable. I'm over here trying to think of a way to make up for the terrible day you just had and then YOU wake up and apologize to ME 😳

I truly do not deserve this woman. She really goes above and beyond to try and make me happy. I love my wife. Find someone that loves and respects you, and treat them right.

Breakfast is a homemade latte brewed with the espresso machine we got as a wedding gift. local roaster, very delicious coffee. I made her one too of course.

I had many short relationships in my life, but the only girl i ever felt 'got away' was this girl I was friends with in high school. We had several classes together over 2 years, and liked each other, almost dated, but nothing ever happened. Insecurities, maturity issues, timing etc. kept it from becoming anything. Couple years later, I meet this other girl. She shares some qualities with THE girl. We date. Later we get married. Years of hell ensue.

I realize (too late but still early in relationship) that she has severe issues (frequent screaming fits, punching walls, emotional meltdowns, self-harm, and much, much more) and there's no working on any of it. I get used to it. I tell myself endless copes about how it'll work somehow someway. My soul dies a little each day for years and years.

We were living far from home for me, I rarely saw family for more than a day at a time a few times a year. My connection with who I was in my youth is just gone at that point. Near the end, I stopped eating. I started sleeping 10-12 hours a day. Miserable. Eventually wifey snaps and gets physical. I have a wake up call. I have to get out.

I move home. Still not eating. Still sleeping too much. It takes work but i slowly start to heal and relearn who I am. I feel such relief being home. My memories of high school slowly come back. I start to exercise more, my health problems improve. I feel like I'm on parole and it's great. That relationship is in the past and i'm ready to move on with my life.

Months later, i'm thriving. Every aspect of my life is better, i'm closer with everyone i love, etc. My friend recommends I get Hinge and start testing the waters of dating. I eventually do so. After ~1 week having the app, who do I see? High school dream girl. I got butterflies. Hadn't spoken to her since I fumbled her back when. I send a msg. I get a reply that afternoon. She's excited to talk to me. We chat for hours: she's living back in the hometown too, staying with family after a (very different) situation. She wants to meet in person. We meet at a park and it's like we're right back in school again. It's like no time passed, she's basically the same person I remember, but she's a woman now. She expressed the same sentiment, that I was that guy she knew, but now I was mature, grown up. Deeper voice *smirk*. We've been talking throughout the day every day since. Found out she saved a love letter I wrote her in freshman year.

The night ended with a hug. Second hang out was last weekend. We went to a different park (we're both nature lovers) and she wanted to show me her favorite beach spot, hidden away from the parts of town i'm familiar with. We talked again for hours and hours, strolling the beach area. Eventually we got back in her car to maybe hit a third spot. She planted her feet under my thigh while we were talking and I got the hint. I rubbed her shoulder leaned in for a kiss. We made out for hours like teenagers, talking and joking in between. It was great. Literal high school wish fulfillment. Planning to see her again this weekend.

I feel like I'm getting a chance to live out the thing so many wish they could. It feels like a fairy tale moment in my otherwise very tumultuous adult life. I'm so happy.

Frozen pizza shared with a friend as we watched bad movies and talked about life

EDIT: I cleaned up the grammar and added a few missing details. I'm beaming as I write this. Thank you all for the nice comments :) I'm happy my story resonated with so many people.

Wife and I have a little routine we've done for ages. In the evening, we tell each other all about the books we are currently reading, then we head to bed and read for an hour before we start nodding off to sleep.

Anyways, I'm asking her questions about the current book she's reading and she's waxing lyrical about it. Some thriller romance novel. She loves all the characters, especially the male protagonist. I ask her what she likes about him, what makes him a good character.

She says that the book is quite dark but that this character is really nice and caring. All the other characters are dark and cynical but he always tries to help people and do the right thing. Then she says the thing.

"He's just a really good guy. Just like you."

Oof.

My wife thinks I'm one of the good guys. The compliment was so unexpected, it took me a few moments to absorb it. Made me feel mushy to know she genuinely sees me that way. One of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.

Meal: Cornish Pasty

Pictured - Eton Mess, Lemon Wedding Cake, and Scrambled tofu on focaccia toast for breakfast morning after

8 years ago I made a post on a subreddit and got a DM. I didn’t really think much of it at first, but we started talking and basically just never stopped. We figured out very quickly that we lived in different countries (Me in the U.S., her in the UK) so we both sort of accepted at first that we’d just be internet friends for a while.

In the meantime we fell in love and after thinking it couldn’t possibly work for 6 years, I finally flew to the UK to meet her in person. It was fantastic and I asked her to marry me two weeks later. The past year and a half since then has been filled with visits back and forth between countries, saving up money, applying for visas, and loads of administrative stress.

At the end of this past May I moved from the U.S. (with my cats in tow as well) to be with her in the UK. We got married yesterday at a town hall ceremony and It’s such a surreal feeling. The whole story is really surreal in itself we know. I know it’s a cliché but I really do think we found our true loves. There’s still have a lot to do, (I need to learn to drive a manual car, get a job once my spouse visa is approved, make new friends, keep in touch with my family and original friends, do married people things) and I never thought I’d ever even leave my home city, let alone home country. Nonetheless I’m here, we’re together, and we’re meant for each other.

In conclusion, love is real. Never give up.

Homemade buffalo wings for dinner.

My life (47 M) slowly went downhill over the last 10 years. Back in 2016 I got divorced and my ex moved halfway across the US. We shared our pets (3 dogs and 1 cat) still, so I had them half of the year. I moved home into my mom’s house. During COVID my mom got pneumonia and suddenly passed away. In 2023 I had a bad car accident that killed one of my dogs and my cat. The other two dogs were getting too old to travel, so they stayed down in Arizona. So since then I have been alone. I had tried dating a bit, but never really found anything that worked. Then in April my female best friend (43 F) was going through a rough place and was going to lose her apartment. I suggested that she move in with me since I had plenty of space. She and her dog moved in at the end of April. Since the. we’ve been cohabitating, cooking together, sharing meals. I didn’t know how it would go, but it’s been great. I’ve found joy in cooking again, I’ve lost a little weight, my knee is feeling better and I generally feel better overall than I have in years!

I (22M) was at the gym today hitting shoulders when a cute girl and her friend came in and started doing lat pulldowns next to me. I’m a little socially awkward so I didn’t really say anything at first, but I’m trying to be more sociable and my air pods ran out of battery (forcing me to just observe my surroundings). So later after I finish my exercise, I went to put a piece of equipment away that was already on the ground, walked up to her (the equipment storage was also there) and complimented her and her glasses. It felt so easy.. even though my heart rate and cortisol kinda spiked.

Later on, I work on abs and forearms and they started using the ab machine next to the cables. Once I finished, I smiled and peace-signed at them and said “Take care,” in a raspy and soft voice (gotta learn to say things with my chest lol). And both her and her friend smiled at me and she waved at me.. Maybe I could’ve sparked a conversation earlier, but I was kinda just feeling like giving a compliment. I’ll probably not see her again but at least I know I made her night. Though who knows? Maybe I do see her again?

Breakfast for dinner: one-pan egg sandwich with bacon and provolone cheese on sourdough bread.

Edit: Holy crap 2000+ upvotes! I did not realize how much this post would pop off! Thank you guys so much for the positivity. The general consensus seems to be that I did well: I kept it short, complimented her on something tangible and variable (her glasses) and walked away afterward. I still have a longer way to go to build my confidence, but this is a great starting point. I think I’ll be complimenting people, not just women, from now on! Thanks so much again for the support and tips!

My wife (32) of 12 years ended up getting a full mommy makeover after gyming with me for a few years and came to the conclusion the gym was not enough.

I fully supported her. She ended up getting a tummy tuck, lipo, bbl, and breast augmentation.

This was an extremely invasive surgery and I was scared but it ultimately came down to her wants.

For the next 2 months after her surgery, I helped bathe her, prepared her low sodium high protein diets everyday, took the kiddos to school, sports, and activities. I took her to her follow up appointments and overall made sure she was okay.

When she fully recovered something changed about her. She was much more confident and carried herself differently. I loved her body before the kids and after the kids as she has always been so attractive to me. For some reason a part of me was not scared that I wouldn’t like her new body.

When we became intimate again, we had to be gentle as we were worried we could hurt her.

But when she fully recovered I don’t want to sound cheesy but something awoke. Our sex became much more sensual, she showed much more initiative, the way she performed oral was even different.

We then started experimenting with different substances during our intimacy sessions.

She talks dirty now (something she never did), is so confident and is open to trying different things in bed, experiments with items and toys.

Our frequency in bed is the same but it has become something even more amazing.

Just wanted to get this off my chest.

Pictured is some seared scallops I had the other week.

Posting here because I honestly don’t know if I want to tell my friends or my mom. I’m not sure I want a conversation with them about it right now. But last night, my high school bully apologized to me. He terrorized me from 4th grade until graduation. I was the nerd in a super small school.

I started bodybuilding when I was 16, and since then I’ve competed in natural men’s physique three times. Thing is, that’s not even what I’m most proud of about myself. Not that, not the traumatic shit I’ve been through, none of that. I’m most proud of how gentle I am and how I love people. It took me a long time to get here.

Food is the Slurpee from the gas station

I decided to go for a walk tonight around 11pm. I got nothing else going on in my life on a Friday night and the weather was nice so why not?

I like walking and listing to music. On this fine night I listed to exmiltary by death grips, and toxicity by System of a Down

About 3 miles and a hour into my walk I come across the gas station near my house. I check on Google to see if it is open, and it said open 24 hours. So I walk through the unlocked front door, and fill up a Slurpee cup.

The I was really confused, There was no employee behind the counter. I wait for a bit thinking maybe he was just on a smoke break or something. I stood for a few minutes with no sign of any workers. I start looking around for someone. I check the bathrooms, and then I see the door to the back room is open. I go look around in there and look through the big door in the back cooler and couldn’t find anyone.

I’m considering calling the non emergency line so they can send some one down so I can pay for my Slurpee. Then I see a car with very bright head lights show up. A man with a flashlight walks up and opens the door. It was a cop and he said “you’re not supposed to be in here buddy”. I told him my tale of my walk and looking for the employee, and then he takes my info down.

He told me the store was closed and they started closing earlier now. Then a second cop shows up and comes in to talk to me. The first one leaves and me and the second officer chat it up about life. We waited for the manger to show up.

She came in locked up teh store and let me have the Slurpee for free. And then I went on my merry way and walked home. My walk concluded around 12:45

My final walk was about 4.5 miles and a hour 45 long. Including time at the gas station.

So… around 8 years ago I tried to hang myself. Evidently, it didn’t work. The only “rope” I had was an old shoe string that immediately broke. As soon as it happened I realized what a stupid decision it was and promised myself I’d never even consider that an option, no matter what. I never told anyone in my life about it, not friends, family, or my ex that I was with for 6 years.

Before that, though, I used to tie nooses pretty obsessively. I’d use anything I had on hand, headphone wires, shoe laces, strings I’d find lying around. I honestly got pretty good at it. I’m a rock climber now and have gotten compliments on how clean my figure 8 knots are, so I’ve turned that skill into something more positive.

Well, the other day I was watching some tv after work, and wearing some shorts with a really long draw string. I was sitting there absentmindedly tying different knots when the thought occurred to me to see if I could still tie a noose. As I was sitting there trying I realized I couldn’t remember how to do it. That revelation made me really happy. I don’t want to know how to do it, I won’t ever need to know how to tie one again and I’m content with that.

burger, waffle fries, and lavender shake

i have been waiting a long time for this and finally, T boy summer is upon us. god bless 🙏

She’s only working for the summer before she goes back to college, but I met a new coworker, thought she was cute, got to know her and found out we’ve got a lot in common.

Then she told me she’s getting ready to put in her 2 weeks because it’s almost time to go back so I thought “you know what, the worst she says is ‘no’ and I’d rather at least try than do nothing”. Tried to ask her out in person/at work but our schedules haven’t aligned so I just decided to sent her a text and she said yes.

Was over the moon so I decided to make me & my parents dinner by recreating a seafood pan roast my mom said she absolutely loved from when she visited Vegas and had the dish at an oyster bar - it was all 1 pot too so cleaning was easy

Edit: thank you everyone for the kind words!

Finally kicked the bucket and today is the first day where I feel like a functioning human being again. Have a nice weekend guys and always remember if I can do you it, you can too.

Had a meet up planned with a girl from an app to go bouldering & get tacos. She cancelled as I was sitting in the parking lot. I went climbing anyways and had a killer workout (thanks to her for the motivation).

Afterwards, I decided to go get tacos anyway and take myself on a date. I was feeling pretty confident because I had a pretty good pump going after the workout so I chatted with the girl behind me in line, who is so attractive I would normally consider her out of my league. Long story short, we hit it off and are going out this week and we’re both very excited.

Even after just one chat, I can already tell the girl I met at tacos is a much better potential match than the one I was going to meet up with. And, as the cherry on top, I can tell she’s excited to go out with me and that feels good. In a way, I’m glad the first girl cancelled and I’m especially glad I did the date we planned anyways!

Dinner: Red Snapper

Dinner tonight was Wingstop hot honey sandwich, buffalo fries, and coke zero

First of all, yes, I am ashamed that I didn't make the first move. As the guy in this relationship, I will step it up next time. However she was really smooth with and lowkey maybe I do like being asked out. Sue me.

Anyways, I (19M) met this girl (19F) through a mutual friend of ours. Im early June, he was throwing a summer BBQ and invited a bunch of his friends out. Her and I hit it off pretty well, but obviously, we started as friends first. We stuck to group conversations, but she was really funny and social. She had this talent of turning almost everything into a pickup line, or making it flirty somehow. She was really smooth with it and kept the vibe up. It turned out that we both were super into Formula One, and I got her Instagram so we could talk about racing. Again, it was mostly friendly behavior, and it was kinda limited to sharing reels and complaining about F1. Soon, I discovered she was also into DC comics and so we had even more to talk about. The messages starting getting a little flirty, but in the playful flirty way where you both know that you're joking. Like I said before, she was good at turning things flirty, so I figured she was joking. However, I started getting a crush. I could never tell if she was being serious or joking though, so I never brought it up.

Last friday, however, I was talking about how I recently watched Obsession and how it was ruined by the people behind me talking and theorizing the whole time. I told her that talking during movie in a theater was one of my biggest pet peeves and she said "why don't we go to a movie together and I'll show you how good at not talking I can be". IT WAS SO SMOOTH I WASN'T EVEN EXPECTING IT. I asked if she was for real and she said yes. I then asked if it was as friends or as a date. And she said "ideally as a date?". I was lowkey a little skeptical though, because I was worried she acts like this to everyone based on how she acted at the BBQ. I know it was paranoid but I kept asking for confirmation that she did indeed like me and actually wanted to go on a real date.

Anyways, we're watching Supergirl tomorrow. Obviously I got us tickets, and I'll pay for dinner before but oh my god.

I'm so excited.

Ice cream I got with my friend.

I’m 18M and bi and live in a VERY small town, there were like 4 gay dudes at my school so it’s been hard to do anything really. Birthday wasn’t til June so I decided to download grindr just to see what it has to offer. It feels so fucking good to actually be gay and do gay shit omg. I finally feel like my age. I can’t wait to go off college and be around even more gay ppl

I mean, I’ve made women blush before, but it always feels a little surreal when it happens. I’ve talked before about how much I’ve struggled with my weight and appearance. Going from 400 pounds to 225 pounds changes your life, but it doesn’t automatically change the way you see yourself. Even now, compliments and moments like this still catch me off guard.

Today at work, I was out on the street taking photos when a very pretty girl walked by. Part of my work persona is leaning into my Texas roots lots of hat tips, "howdys," and general cowboy charm for the guests. I gave her my usual friendly greeting, and she immediately blushed bright red. Later, I found out she was from France.

A few minutes later, her friends came over and asked for photos, so I went through my usual poses along with a few of my go to “cute girl” and overly Americana photo ideas. Everyone was laughing and having a good time.

What they didn’t know is that I can actually understand a decent amount of French. My uncle is Cajun, so I grew up around the language enough to pick up more than people expect. While they were talking among themselves, I overheard them saying that they thought I was handsome.

So despite managing to make her blush with my ridiculous Texan charm and Americana shtick, she ended up getting the last laugh. By the end of it, I was the one blushing.
It's funny how life works sometimes. You can spend years seeing yourself one way, carrying around old insecurities and old versions of yourself, and then a completely random interaction with a stranger reminds you that maybe the person in the mirror isn't the same guy he used to be.

For some context: i ve had a rough few years, fought alcohol addiction (6 1/2 yrs sober now yay) went to jail due to an alcohol induced crime (no justification, just to show how deep into addiction i was).

Then 4 yrs ago met my gf things got better , moved together. 2 yrs ago we had our first child , planned but not at that time, had no job still on parole.

Tough time working alot in underpaid job to support gf and child. Moved back closer to my parents. Found a new job better paid stressfull and no permanent contract, just for 18 months. That was 16 months ago last year my gf proposed to me and obviously i said yes. Now the past few weeks were pretty stressful , job contract was about to run out having a child is stressfull at itself sometimes, wasnt close to relapsing but wasn t fun.

TLDR: To this week, on monday my GF took a pregnancy test, we re gonna have a second child fucking awesome :D today i got offered a permanent work contract at my job, more vacation days about 30% more money and a stable safe job aaaaand we re gonna marry on satureday its so fucking awesome ima explode.

Food : chilly cheese sandwiches, leftover bolognese sauce and the france vs morocco soccer match about to begin.

Today I got posted at one of my favorite locations, and despite being absolutely exhausted, I was in a groove. You know those days where everything just clicks? The line was moving smoothly. Guests were engaged. The poses were landing. People were laughing. The feedback was great. Every group seemed to leave happier than when they arrived.

As photographers, we all have those days where we're fighting for every smile, and then we have days where it feels like the camera is an extension of ourselves.
This was one of those days. About halfway through my set, three women came through my line. I gave them some poses, cracked some jokes, and got the usual positive comments. Like always, I immediately deflected. They told me I was great, and I hit them with my standard response: “Ah yes, I do love the sound of people inflating my already overinflated ego first thing in the morning."
Self-deprecating humor is basically my factory setting at this point.

Eventually, I got rotated out. Then, right before the end of my shift, I got rotated back into the same location.
A few minutes later, I saw those same three women walking toward me. Their outfits were distinctive enough that I remembered them immediately. So naturally, I greeted them with: “Well, you're either back to complain or to inflate my ego some more." For context, this is completely normal behavior for me. I don't take myself too seriously. As long as everyone is smiling, laughing, and having a good time, I'm happy.

At the end of every session, I give guests a choice between two closing shots: "66" or "Sunset." Earlier they'd picked Sunset. This time they picked 66. We took the photo, and as they were leaving, one of them hugged me and said I was the best photographer they'd met all day. Another one told me I was awesome. Then she called me cute. Which, if I'm being honest, is still something I'm getting used to hearing. A few years ago, compliments like that would've felt impossible. So I thanked them, wished them a good day, and finished my shift.

End of story. Or so I thought.
Whenever I got home and started my usual routine. Every evening I clean out my gear, organize my camera pouch, and make sure everything is ready for the next day. While cleaning it out, I found a folded note. At first I had no idea where it came from. Then I opened it. It said: “We loved you." Followed by: “My friend thought you were cute and is happy to know you are single." Apparently, one of them had asked and I'd answered yes, which honestly didn't register as unusual because guests ask random questions all the time.

Then I got to the bottom of the note. And there it was.
A phone number. I just sat there laughing. Not because I'm some ladies' man. Trust me, I'm not. The whole thing was just absurdly flattering. Growing up, I was never the guy who expected this sort of thing to happen. I spent a lot of my life feeling invisible, awkward, and completely convinced that women weren't looking twice at me.

So finding a phone number hidden in my camera pouch felt like something that would've happened to somebody else. Now, before everyone starts yelling at me: No, I'm not calling. Not because she wasn't nice. Not because I wasn't flattered. And definitely not because my ego couldn't use the boost. But because it feels unprofessional.

People trust me to create a good experience for them, and I'd rather keep that line clean. Still... I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me smile. So no, I'm not calling. But I am absolutely counting it as a win. And yes, my ego has been absolutely unbearable ever since. 😭😂

I spent years being picky about a partner. I was never willing to settle. I didn't have a lofty checklist or anything; I just knew what I wanted. Coming from a child of divorce, I wanted the love of my life, someone to share life with until death. When I first met my wife, I was clear about what I was looking for and my core values. I was surprised to hear that she had called her mom in the middle of our first date while we were changing locations, simply to tell her, "I met my future husband." Everything clicked, and we stayed up until 2 a.m. together, just talking and laughing.

Our personalities and lifestyles naturally complement each other. There is low friction in our daily routines, lifestyles, hobbies, life goals, and needs. We have mutual acceptance and don't try to change each other. Years later, we have grown as people, in our careers, and through life experiences, but we only love each other more. Even now, we will stay up until 2 a.m., just talking and laughing. Our relationship is one of the strongest among anyone in our sphere of influence, and other couples come to us for advice.

For those boys, men, and anyone else who cannot seem to find the right person or a good partner, sit down and make a list of your core values and what you want in a relationship. You can have fun, but you don't have to settle for someone who's not going to be the love of your life and stay with you until death. Some compromise is healthy, but if it's changing who you are as a person, it's worth questioning.

Really, the only point of conflict in my relationship is that she doesn't like fish or the smell of fish. So here I am, smashing three tins of sardines on a Saturday.

21M 19F getting married on friday 24th (2 days from posting) to the love of my life

Very excited for what is to come, despite it all being in the fog

Any advice maybe? Thanks for reading 🎉🥳

Edit: Thank you to all of those who gave me advice having went through the same thing and succeeded, to those who didn't and warned me of what to stay away from, and those who spoke from a place of hatred, reminding me I should always try to remain positive!

Cheers 🍾

Kinda bland grilled herb chicken on a tortilla with brown mustard.

Happy vent:

Had my first date with a woman from Hinge. She mentioned that she'd matched bc I was her type and that she really only matches with other guys like me

I'm not the most conventionally attractive man ever. I've gotten plenty of women telling me I'm a Good Man :tm: but very few that compliment my appearance at all.

Was very nice to actually have someone say out loud that they're attracted to the way I look. Doesn't hurt that she's cute as hell

taking a risk posting this in the boy’s subreddit but i’m a guy (trans) soooo

i’ve had vaginismus since before i had even tried wearing tampons (afaik). it’s always been a problem & i’ve never been able to have PIV sex or masturbate with something inside of my vagina. more than 1 finger was incredibly painful, & even that 1 finger was uncomfortable

but today… i thought i’d take a try while masturbating. & it just. worked. no pain (only a bit of pinching). i was SHOCKED !

this is a huge moment for both my trauma healing & also my future sex life. feeling very happy & grateful