It’s been a long week at work. You’re tired but not yet ready for sleep. Predictably, the sirens of porn call as you feel the burden of everything required of you. You’re responsible and hard working. You show up for others. And part of what makes this so frustrating is that this call is not something you’re even excited about anymore, but it keeps quietly pulling you back in all the same.
The allure of just one quick look feels irresistible. And no one has to know. It’s secretly been a go-to outlet for years, and it’s tempting to believe that keeping this secret not only protects you but others as well.
But part of you knows this is not okay. Yet you’re stuck in cycle you don’t understand or know how to get out of.