Hey!
Survivor here.
I'm reaching out to anybody in cyberspace for a little support right now.
My wife and I just finished watching a movie. Quite unexpectedly a very triggering scene popped up. I'm obsessing on the image and know this is the kind of thing that can lead me to a slip. It's been four days and the euphoria surrounding the potential benefits of being clean is starting to wear off. This is a very dangerous time for me because, as we all know, old habits die hard. This is a 50 plus year habit so it could be a slow, painful death. That's what always runs through my head anyway. The idea that I have done this thing for so long that I am now unable to stop and what does it really matter anyway. Additionally there is the old lie that, somehow or other, my life will be missing something without it. The truth is my life will be missing something without it - all the pain and grief that it has given me over the years. However, because I've never lived without porn for any extended period of time I live with some unknown, yet deep seated fear surrounding the concept of living without it.
I cannot accurately put it into words but part of it has to do with a feeling of emptiness in my gut. A deep sense of loss. Through my years of examining this thing I have come to realize that, in an odd way, it has become a sort of companion that always steps in whenever I'm down. It just occurred to me that a part of me does questions if I can make it on my own without my addict to comfort me whenever I'm down. I know that's the piece I have to go through, no matter what happens, but I have always ultimately backed away from it because I have refused to suffer with the discomfort that has arisen whenever I have tried to quit in the past. I think my longest stretch of sobriety has been 45 days. The reasons I went back after that time in the past are something I will discuss when the situation arises this time.
What I know is this. At the moment the addiction is residing within me. It is a palpable feeling within my body. This is a very dangerous time for me. However, as time passes the addiction gradually moves outside of me. When that happens I don't feel the strong gut wrenching pull that I am currently experiencing. Once that happens I am in a much better position to make a conscious, healthy decision regarding staying away from it. However, it's always there at my doorstep waiting to enter my space again if I let it in.
Anyway, I needed to share what's happening for me at the moment. I'll check in some time tomorrow.
Thanks to whomever is out there reading my stuff. It gives me strength just to know that I don't exist within a vaccum.
Ciao for now.
Survivor here.
I'm reaching out to anybody in cyberspace for a little support right now.
My wife and I just finished watching a movie. Quite unexpectedly a very triggering scene popped up. I'm obsessing on the image and know this is the kind of thing that can lead me to a slip. It's been four days and the euphoria surrounding the potential benefits of being clean is starting to wear off. This is a very dangerous time for me because, as we all know, old habits die hard. This is a 50 plus year habit so it could be a slow, painful death. That's what always runs through my head anyway. The idea that I have done this thing for so long that I am now unable to stop and what does it really matter anyway. Additionally there is the old lie that, somehow or other, my life will be missing something without it. The truth is my life will be missing something without it - all the pain and grief that it has given me over the years. However, because I've never lived without porn for any extended period of time I live with some unknown, yet deep seated fear surrounding the concept of living without it.
I cannot accurately put it into words but part of it has to do with a feeling of emptiness in my gut. A deep sense of loss. Through my years of examining this thing I have come to realize that, in an odd way, it has become a sort of companion that always steps in whenever I'm down. It just occurred to me that a part of me does questions if I can make it on my own without my addict to comfort me whenever I'm down. I know that's the piece I have to go through, no matter what happens, but I have always ultimately backed away from it because I have refused to suffer with the discomfort that has arisen whenever I have tried to quit in the past. I think my longest stretch of sobriety has been 45 days. The reasons I went back after that time in the past are something I will discuss when the situation arises this time.
What I know is this. At the moment the addiction is residing within me. It is a palpable feeling within my body. This is a very dangerous time for me. However, as time passes the addiction gradually moves outside of me. When that happens I don't feel the strong gut wrenching pull that I am currently experiencing. Once that happens I am in a much better position to make a conscious, healthy decision regarding staying away from it. However, it's always there at my doorstep waiting to enter my space again if I let it in.
Anyway, I needed to share what's happening for me at the moment. I'll check in some time tomorrow.
Thanks to whomever is out there reading my stuff. It gives me strength just to know that I don't exist within a vaccum.
Ciao for now.