Hello all
First things first, let's establish some sort of baseline in terms of current clean streak. I can't remember for sure, but I think I've been completely clean as in no PMO and no flirting with Instagram etc since Sunday. So
Reboot kick off: 10th Feb 2019. Days clean 5 Feels alot longer actually, perhaps because the couple of relapses I've had since beginning of January have been brief albeit very painful experiences.
Looking back at my recent posts, I wasn't doing too well last week, although I thought I was... I was diverting my attention from late evening sitting in front of a cam site or porn filled screen by watching the Netflix series - You. Something about it really resonated with my porn addicted or more accurately cam site addicted mind - the voyuerism, the flirtatious messaging and all that - on reflection, a really poor choice of programme from a trigger point of view.
So... Although I hadn't been actively visiting the cam site, I hadn't got round to closing my account. I decided to do this, perhaps last Thursday morning. Then on Thursday evening, while not perhaps in best frame of mind, having watched the Netflix thing, I thought I'd go on to check that the account had indeed been closed. Of course it hadn't and I can't really explain why, I purchased more credits... So stupid...
But here's the thing - I didn't use the credits to purchase any time with a performer, I instead sent a couple of messages to the object of my infatuation and went to bed. Next day, I have to go check replies, and we're back to square one. Me feeling some sort of fantasyland connection with a good looking stranger, me jealous that she has other visitors a lot more able both mentally and financially to engage, and therefore me feeling hugely guilt ridden and depressed... This is a mental disorder, not a pleasure!!! Next step - I want to ditch the cam site again, and knowing my account won't be closed if it is in credit, I ditched the credits by sending 'surprises' to performers who aren't even online. Such a waste, in a buying drugs then throwing in the bin sort of way (probably still the better course of action).
The next couple of nights, I'm feeling mentally all over the place, so I end up briefly engaging in PMO purely for some sort of relief from the self-inflicted pain.
The next few days were difficult because of all the dark post relapse moods, even although I didn't actually engage with anyone on the site. An exceptionally dark evening/ night on Tuesday, reading posts on here at extreme length, just feeling entirely stressed by the process.
However... I started to feel better yesterday and today I feel good and strong - like I'm walking on much thicker ice. Sorry for going on - I just needed to write that out, so I could try and straighten out in my head what the latest mess was all about.
On to the positives... I've started reading about and trying a few mindfulness exercises. I think it has been a positive experience - definitely feeling more at peace with my thoughts, and enjoying focusing on the moment rather than doing everything on auto-pilot while lost in mental turmoil. The irony of writing something like that when all this journal is, is a self-obsessed out-pouring of those very thoughts.
Something else I found interesting was reading an article about changing habits which talked about the difference between saying/ thinking 'I don't' instead of 'I can't'. As a vegetarian, I don't eat meat. Don't ask me to justify it, I just don't. It's been so long since I became a vegetarian, I don't have any comprehension of why I don't eat meat, I just don't and I know with certainty I never consciously will. If I do accidentally it's no big deal, I'll just go back to not eating meat, I won't immediately feel the need to devour ten cows... I don't care if other people eat meat, that's there business, but I don't. That's exactly where I hope to be one day in relation to porn. I don't do porn, because I just don't. It's not for me and it never will be... That is the holy grail.
Final thought... Have you ever pondered on how self-obsessed and isolating this disorder is? All these thoughts about ME... All this inner turmoil that has to stay just that - inner turmoil. I was walking along the street on Tuesday evening by myself, and I have never before felt this as strongly as I felt it then - all these people around me but it was like a dream where I wasn't really there, invisible to all, locked inside my head... It really was a weird experience. Thinking about it more, I have experienced it before when I was suffering from an anxiety disorder many years ago - makes more sense now.
Anyway... In real-life, I am not really that self-obsessed. I relate well with others. It's just this stupid, horrible secret that no-one talks about. I wonder if that will ever change?
On we go... Here's hoping the ice is strong for the rest of the walk...