I can't believe I'm about to share this, but I need to get it off my chest. A few months ago, I found myself in a really bad situation with my mom and her boyfriend. To make a long story short, I asked him to mind his own business when he was overstepping boundaries, and my mom freaked out on me. She grounded me for what felt like an eternity, and I was furious.

In a moment of rage, I did something really messed up. I took some of her photos—nothing too explicit, just your typical family shots—and started sharing them with my friends and even some strangers online. At first, it was purely a way to lash out at her. I wanted to show her how much she had pushed me by revealing something that felt like a violation of trust.

But then something unexpected happened. The feedback I received started to get to me. My friends were joking about it, and strangers were sharing their wild fantasies about her. It made me feel a sense of power and control that I didn’t have in my own life. I started to get addicted to the attention, and the thrill of sharing those intimate parts of our life gave me a weird sense of pleasure. I can't believe I'm admitting this, but it was like a drug.

Now, I find myself unable to stop. I keep sharing more photos, looking for that rush of validation and the high that comes with the attention. It's like I can't break free from this cycle I've created. I feel guilty for what I'm doing but also strangely liberated. It's a horrible thing to say, but I thrive on the excitement of it all.

I'm not sure how to stop myself, and I can't really talk to anyone in my life about this. Part of me knows it's wrong, but another part craves that validation. I'm stuck in this weird limbo of guilt and pleasure, and I don't know how to get out.