You probably would have guessed what it is.
I started touching myself.
When I did it at first, it felt weird and all but I liked it.
I continued doing it.
In my room, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, wherever was available and I was alone.
I wanted to stop.
I really wanted to but I’m not strong enough.
If only I had not snatched their phones from them that day.
This habit has affected me tremendously.
I don’t pray, I don’t study the word of God, I try to stay away from any church activities because I feel too dirty to even stand in God’s presence.
It was not until one day that I sat down and realized that it’s been two years that I’ve been into this.
It was then I realized I need to do something.
That’s why I’m here, I need your help.
I want to stop this.
I finished talking and dared to look up at my audience.
My Pastor and my parents.
No one said a thing.
My parents especially my mom kept staring at me in shock.
I had to look away.
I saw the disappointment in their eyes.
My Pastor broke the silence and said what gave me hope..
“You coming forward about your problem is the first step to your freedom”.