No because I just realised how deep of a connection I formed to Jude saint Francis
Becoming a prostitute as a child because I was first manipulated and then STUCK; turning to self harm to fucking FEEL something
And continuing to accept detrimental abuse because that was the only way I’d ever experienced love and thought it was the only way a girl like me (yes a girl I was a teenager) could be loved.
My life was in someone else’s hands more times than it was in my own hands
And people didn’t understand how on earth so much could happen and not be fixed. How could I not have gotten help?
Why do I out my head down when I pass by a man that looks similar to those I sold my body too? Shouldn’t I just. Get help? Surely they aren’t those men so why are you still scared?
He was afraid he would see brother Luke one day on the streets.
And Willem and Howard LOVED HIM. They loved him with all of their heart and they took care of his baggage instead of lighting it on fire.
It is so comforting because I LIVED IT TOO.
And while I never had the recourses and the comfort Jude gets, it is so fuckin comforting to watch him get that.