I had been using sex as an ill-prescribed antidepressant, something to soothe me. Abstinence, I thought, was the only way to break my habit
On 24 March 2018, I quit sex. I decided I wouldn’t have sex, or even try to have sex, for an entire year.
I came to this decision a few weeks after my latest perfunctory effort at a relationship, when the woman I was seeing broke up with me over text. I deserved it; I had been a milquetoast lover. The curt brutality of a break-up text released me from any emotional obligations, but it also shook me into realizing I needed to make a big change.
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