A personal monologue about grieving the loss of sexual fulfillment and deliberately choosing hope anyway. The speaker describes holding onto this fragile hope as a way to process sadness and make room for future happiness, even when the outcome is uncertain.
What if I never, if I never feel fulfilled in my sex life again? And so like, I had to find and hold on to like a sense of hope, even if that hope was like literally pulled out of thin air. Just like, you know what, I have no idea if I'm ever gonna have a fulfilling sex life again, but I fucking want to have one, you know? Yeah. Like, I, I want that to be the case in my future. Um, and that helped me through that grieving process, letting things go, being sad, but then also finding hope for what comes next.
