The Loneliness of Wanting to Be Loved
My journey to healing from trauma through C. S. Lewis and lots of bad sex

I am a stray. I started as an animal bred for fighting, but escaping that just means you are a gaunt thing, most comfortable alone, in the dark, teeth bared at anything that might come at you. First, you just survive like that, no matter the price. Then, if you are lucky, you…