"Until recently, scientists believed that its sole purpose was to nourish and protect sperm on their way to fertilization. But now it appears that semen spurs ovulation and makes women feel happier."
Without getting into much detail on my family, I was raised by an aunt and uncle for a large part of my formative years. I was 4 when I went to live with them and 14 when I left. During the ten years that I lived with my aunt and uncle, I experienced every form of abuse that a child could endure. I was physically abused, mentally and emotionally berated, and the reason I left the home was because I reported my uncle for sexual abuse. The emotional and mental abuse left me with an extremely low self-esteem and self-worth. I turned to drugs, alcohol, and promiscuous sex to shield me from my many demons. None of these options worked for me, and in fact made things much worse. When I came down from the high or sobered up from being drunk, my problems were right there waiting for me. Promiscuity just served to further lower my self-esteem and self-worth. I was making myself worse, rather than healing in any way.
When I was 20 years old, I met and fell in love with the man that would become my husband. Through our love and his understanding and tenderness, I began to heal. No longer was I using my body to hide my pain, instead I was using my body (and his) to heal. With my husband, sex became more than just sex. It was a way for us to show our love for one another, to focus on each other and our pleasure in being together. I found that the more we had sex, the more he loved me for the way I looked and felt, the better I began to feel. My self-esteem began to increase and I found that battling the depression became easier. I found healing in being loved and cherished, by having my needs and desires placed first.
I still battle with depression and occasional manic episodes. I am still unmedicated (unless you count sex as a form of therapy) and mentally healthier than I have ever been before. Now, when I feel myself sinking into that dark abyss that is depression, I grab my husband, undress him, and make love to him until I am so wrapped up in ecstasy that we are the only beings that exist. Afterwards, bathed in the euphoria of our lovemaking, I can feel the dark thoughts drifting away. I have found my healing through sex, rather than chemicals. There are still days I have flashbacks to the abuse I endured, but knowing that I have someone that loves me more than life itself makes it so much easier to handle. I can only hope that others can find such a wonderful and natural solution to dealing with their own pain.
Please feel free to share your own solution to dealing with any mental health issues, or how sex has helped you overcome your own struggles. I would love to hear your thoughts and experiences.