Sex as a type of therapy

So....this may end up being a strange forum post, but here it is...

So, for me, I've noticed, rather recently, that for me, sex is a form of therapy. It's rather nice, I can't lie about that.

A couple nights ago, I was at a party with a bunch of co-workers and we ended up at one of their houses....I'll just call them 'D' (joke not intended, but please, feel free to giggle). Everyone stayed at D's house for a while, and he and I have slept together before, and he invited me into his room with him, knowing what he wanted, I happily obliged.

I have to say it was what I honestly needed after the dance party we had hours prior. I needed not just the physical pleasure, but the touch, the intimacy, and a "therapy session" (I'm unsure if that's the best phrase, but that's what I'm going to call it for now).

D doesn't know about my struggles with depression, but he loves giving me pleasure (and I of course reciprocate).

Part of me wishes we hook up more often, but I also understand why we don't hook up as often as I would like. I respect that, and it's all cool.

Now, D and I are not in a relationship (neither one of us has romantic feelings for the other), we work together, and honestly, I'm good with whole thing. He makes sure I consent and if I say no to something, he respects that.

Well, after our last session in his room, for the past couple days, I had this shit eating grin on my face. It was sorta like a "high" from the sex. He's the only one who's actually caused that. Hell, I sometimes still get that grin even now.

I've noticed that good sex actually helps me a lot when it comes to my struggles with depression. It reminds me that I deserve nice things, that I can be vulnerable (in a sexual way, emotional, that's another story), and that I deserve things for myself. I can be a little selfish while being selfless and it's okay.

Well, I guess that's what I got.