2019-07
6 Months without porn.
I made some friends at work and I felt good working there regardless of the low pay. I had a laugh with a few guys every day.
Mid July I learned that the company had to downsize and they had to let go all the agency workers including me.
That same week I had bought a basketball and went to play more often now that I didn't depend on anyone to have a ball or to go at a specific time.
I took a kick to the ego starting a temporary job as cleaner which ironically was better paid than the more prestige looking automotive industry job. Anyways I worked there for about 2 weeks until I went on my holiday which was planned months in advance.
I went back to my home country for 3 weeks. It felt great to see my family again, some of my hometown and high school friends. I exercised with my mom and helped her stay active, helped her with small things I could do for her.
I had a hard time sleeping as I had worked nightshift the weeks before. On my 2nd day back I told my dad about my addiction to pornography. Shortly after, I told my mom as well. I told them I've stayed away from porn for 6 months now.They responded well, my dad agreed with a few of the points I made against pornography. It was a tough talk to have but it needed to be done. Telling some of my friends about my addiction made it easier to share with my family.
A few days passed since I told my parents about my addiction. I was low on sleep and I felt strong unrest when going to bed. I could barely sleep 2-3 hours per night. It was horrible. I also catched myself being angrier than usual. I felt very sad and grim.
One day, underslept and possibly overtrained, I was feeling like shit. I went into an empty room, locked the door, I needed some time to myself. I played some music on my headphones. I felt sadness, I cried, I allowed myself - ''better to get that emotion out'' - I thought.
I cried for a significant amount of time, but I think I knew what it was for. It was because I felt alone in my fight. I told my parents but they don't know a whole lot about addiction. I felt alone in my struggle: ''I'm alone'' I repeated to myself as I cried.
It's good to het those emotions out , but rationally thinking about it, my parents aren't obliged to help me. They are not therapists or psychologists and they don't have to help me. I am 21 years old. I'm responsible for my own health, physical and mental.
It took a lot to tell them what I'm dealing with. Did I do the right thing by telling them? I suppose on a subconscious level my brain was doubting it. I'm sure I made the right decision to share it. I need to be strong.