January 9, 2025

An entry of other proportions, I will share what has been in my drafts for a couple months. I was working a decent amount at the time. I’m drained of my energy. And in pain. I need to rest. It’s not you draining, just typical life process. I have the opportunity to return. I’ve just been terrified to open up to anyone. Nothing or anyone a problem in particular but I haven’t been the same since I left here in March. I just need country scenery. And air. And a massaging pad. Weighted blanket 50lb. Hot 120 degrees bath to fuse my bones back together in a sense. All I hear and feel is creaking. I haven’t been able to process much in the last couple of days. Every scenario in life has a connection to spirituality and I’m drawing closer to my faith but still having issues with pain visualization. It takes me a while to open up to people. Grieving an old me in some ways. I would often return to celibacy on some fronts to come closer to my confidence. I always felt I was worth more than what I meant to people in Syracuse and Buffalo and just wanted to be happy, but I was looked at as a bad person for escorting. And treated as such. By most people on the outside looking in. A few clients I liked but I was heartbroken after I didn’t see him again in March and gave up on opening that side of myself up again. I did many things out of desperation. Pride and not wanting to ask for help. Just wanting to get by on my own. I couldn’t bear being looked at like I was wrong for only being myself on my media productions. Then I take it off because I feel uncomfortable and don’t see myself or body the same after the car accident. Looking at my scars crying. Real shit though.

Hoping I would be able to appreciate what I just went through. Still in shock 6-8 months after it happens. And here I am 10 months post, and I know I have some healing to do before anyone ever sees me worth marriage.

Or a relationship. So, I am fine with that work. There’s just a little more work to do. I’ll be ok. August last year I posted a video. Deleting it January-ish.

I just wanted to be secure in myself. Wanted to feel loved. Feel beautiful at the time. I was going through so much. That’s what I really needed. And I couldn’t find it. Kept losing that hope. Over and over. And as I oiled myself up with Vaseline sitting next to him on the couch I tried not to cry. I have so much work to do on myself. I put lotion on my legs. My arms. Oh, my arms. They hurt so bad from being broken in 7 places as a child. But I manage. I just wanted to appreciate. So, in my head I’m doing affirmations. I reach back to oil my hair and body and go to sleep. Sweet dreams

XOXO, El’Aundra