Atonement for Sins of a Sexual Nature

Say this out loud about past and recent incidents:
  • I became damaged, it was not my fault.
  • I admit that I may have wanted it.
  • I admit that it was wrong.
  • It may have felt good at the time.
  • I felt like I don’t have a choice or that I lost control.
  • I call for extra faith, blessings and healing.
  • I will get to a better self.
  • Atonement can make me feel good, and sometimes I feel pain.
  • My soul will be cleansed.
  • I want to heal.

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