Non-Dual Adventurer
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Blue, you're absolutely right. Tbh I don't think that looking at non-explicit stuff is okay, I'm under no illusion that it almost always leads to full PMO relapse. Maybe looking at that stuff is how it starts but it's not how it ends, for me at least.
Trigger warning
So yesterday I was feeling super low. I felt a lot of love for my wife and so I seduced her but when I tried to make love to her my dick didn't work at all. This threw me into an even lower mood, and I couldn't sleep at all. At a certain point, I decided to look at P subs on snapchat.
There was a clear decision moment there. I made a choice to do that instead of weathering the storm of the withdrawals and have a sleepless night if a sleepless night is what I needed to go through.
It then inevitably led to peeking and my wife woke up and asked me what I was doing. I was peeking and took responsibility straight away, didn't lie, and just said that I was peeking and that I'm sorry, I fucked up, and thanked her for catching me. She wasn't mad at all but asked to take my phone to her side of the bed. I gave it willingly. We cuddled for a while, she wasn't sleeping well either for other reasons.
Then, lots of interesting things started happening. I started noticing that although my brain really wanted relapse, as I dozed, I noticed that other non P-related thoughts were also arising in my mind. The urge was so strong but there were still other things going on in my mind. I was thinking about all sorts of other stuff besides P, but the P thoughts were the strongest when then came because I gave them attention. Eventually, the P thoughts began to subside and be replaced more by other thoughts. So I lay there for about an hour and a half and then I decided to give them attention to see what would happen (duh, that's the addiction talking, I'm not going to pretend like I was merely a detached observer in this whole thing, but I was certainly 90% more aware than I normally am during this type of occurrence). I made sure Wife was asleep and went into the other room to look at P on my laptop, just for a minute. Then I went back to bed and lay down again. Again, the same thing. No sleep, urges for P strong, cuddles with wife good, eventually, P thoughts subsided and other pleasant thoughts came in. Occasional P thoughts but nothing major.
This morning I woke up at like 7:30 having barely slept. I went to get my phone and immediately just decided to relapse. The trigger was lack of sleep and I felt sorry for myself for not getting it up the night before. Hilarious that the brain can tell me such things, since P is the very reason I couldn't get it up, but still. I watched P for a good couple of hours, PMO'ing twice.
Okay so a relapse happened, but what was it about this relapse that was different?
I started noticing what you guys said about that decision moment. I started noticing that I actually can very well weather the storm of withdrawal, and that I would much rather feel shitty because I haven't watched P in a long time, than feel shitty because I just watched P.
I'd rather feel terrible, suicidal, socially anxious, unmotivated, irritable because I hadn't watched P, than because I had watched P. I'd rather feel awful but know that I am a responsible captain, guiding my ship lovingly through a tumultuous storm.
We have to see it like this: We are like a ship that has literally been built to be hardy, tough, and storm-going. We are no normal ship that could hit a rock and sink. But in order for us to realise the capability of our ship and not hit a rock, we need to have some skill. The skill is to just ride the storm and steer occasionally, all the while keeping calm. The hardy, tough, awesome ship that we have will do the rest.
We are all actually awesome and our brains are awesome, too. It's so easy to get into self-loathing and think that we're weak but this time, as I watched the urges subside I realised how much attention I give them when they're there. It's totally fine for them to be there, just like it's totally fine for there to be a storm and a rocks near a ship that was built for storms.
I realised how adaptable my brain is, and how I'm going to get through this next storm with gratitude. You know what, the next time they arise I'm going to say to the higher power (or the inner self), thank you. Thank you for this, because this is clearly what I need to go through in this moment, otherwise it wouldn't be happening to me. Thank you for always knowing what is best for me, and showing me that suffering is never permanent.
This might sound really Hindu of me but this is my prayer:
O Universe, as I guide my ship on the ocean of Samsara, let me be reminded by your divine grace that I am One and not separate. Let me be reminded that to go through turmoil and to come out the other side is equal to waking up from this dream of life. To suffer terribly and to remain alive to notice its cessation is to realise the true nature of reality, that all is passing, even death. Thank you for making it so obvious. My only true prayer is to wake up, to achieve Enlightenment in this lifetime. You, divine Brahman are all-loving, all-knowing, and all-powerful. You are formless but you dwell in all forms. I am of you, and you are me truly, before this form was imbued with the self-awareness to develop an identity as a person. I now know I must weather this storm, whatever it takes, and I know that peace and Truth will be waiting for me, whenever that may be.
This may not make sense for everyone reading this but it came from the heart and I just wanted to write it out. I don't mind if you don't get it or think I'm cray .
Blue, you're absolutely right. Tbh I don't think that looking at non-explicit stuff is okay, I'm under no illusion that it almost always leads to full PMO relapse. Maybe looking at that stuff is how it starts but it's not how it ends, for me at least.
Trigger warning
So yesterday I was feeling super low. I felt a lot of love for my wife and so I seduced her but when I tried to make love to her my dick didn't work at all. This threw me into an even lower mood, and I couldn't sleep at all. At a certain point, I decided to look at P subs on snapchat.
There was a clear decision moment there. I made a choice to do that instead of weathering the storm of the withdrawals and have a sleepless night if a sleepless night is what I needed to go through.
It then inevitably led to peeking and my wife woke up and asked me what I was doing. I was peeking and took responsibility straight away, didn't lie, and just said that I was peeking and that I'm sorry, I fucked up, and thanked her for catching me. She wasn't mad at all but asked to take my phone to her side of the bed. I gave it willingly. We cuddled for a while, she wasn't sleeping well either for other reasons.
Then, lots of interesting things started happening. I started noticing that although my brain really wanted relapse, as I dozed, I noticed that other non P-related thoughts were also arising in my mind. The urge was so strong but there were still other things going on in my mind. I was thinking about all sorts of other stuff besides P, but the P thoughts were the strongest when then came because I gave them attention. Eventually, the P thoughts began to subside and be replaced more by other thoughts. So I lay there for about an hour and a half and then I decided to give them attention to see what would happen (duh, that's the addiction talking, I'm not going to pretend like I was merely a detached observer in this whole thing, but I was certainly 90% more aware than I normally am during this type of occurrence). I made sure Wife was asleep and went into the other room to look at P on my laptop, just for a minute. Then I went back to bed and lay down again. Again, the same thing. No sleep, urges for P strong, cuddles with wife good, eventually, P thoughts subsided and other pleasant thoughts came in. Occasional P thoughts but nothing major.
This morning I woke up at like 7:30 having barely slept. I went to get my phone and immediately just decided to relapse. The trigger was lack of sleep and I felt sorry for myself for not getting it up the night before. Hilarious that the brain can tell me such things, since P is the very reason I couldn't get it up, but still. I watched P for a good couple of hours, PMO'ing twice.
Okay so a relapse happened, but what was it about this relapse that was different?
I started noticing what you guys said about that decision moment. I started noticing that I actually can very well weather the storm of withdrawal, and that I would much rather feel shitty because I haven't watched P in a long time, than feel shitty because I just watched P.
I'd rather feel terrible, suicidal, socially anxious, unmotivated, irritable because I hadn't watched P, than because I had watched P. I'd rather feel awful but know that I am a responsible captain, guiding my ship lovingly through a tumultuous storm.
We have to see it like this: We are like a ship that has literally been built to be hardy, tough, and storm-going. We are no normal ship that could hit a rock and sink. But in order for us to realise the capability of our ship and not hit a rock, we need to have some skill. The skill is to just ride the storm and steer occasionally, all the while keeping calm. The hardy, tough, awesome ship that we have will do the rest.
We are all actually awesome and our brains are awesome, too. It's so easy to get into self-loathing and think that we're weak but this time, as I watched the urges subside I realised how much attention I give them when they're there. It's totally fine for them to be there, just like it's totally fine for there to be a storm and a rocks near a ship that was built for storms.
I realised how adaptable my brain is, and how I'm going to get through this next storm with gratitude. You know what, the next time they arise I'm going to say to the higher power (or the inner self), thank you. Thank you for this, because this is clearly what I need to go through in this moment, otherwise it wouldn't be happening to me. Thank you for always knowing what is best for me, and showing me that suffering is never permanent.
This might sound really Hindu of me but this is my prayer:
O Universe, as I guide my ship on the ocean of Samsara, let me be reminded by your divine grace that I am One and not separate. Let me be reminded that to go through turmoil and to come out the other side is equal to waking up from this dream of life. To suffer terribly and to remain alive to notice its cessation is to realise the true nature of reality, that all is passing, even death. Thank you for making it so obvious. My only true prayer is to wake up, to achieve Enlightenment in this lifetime. You, divine Brahman are all-loving, all-knowing, and all-powerful. You are formless but you dwell in all forms. I am of you, and you are me truly, before this form was imbued with the self-awareness to develop an identity as a person. I now know I must weather this storm, whatever it takes, and I know that peace and Truth will be waiting for me, whenever that may be.
This may not make sense for everyone reading this but it came from the heart and I just wanted to write it out. I don't mind if you don't get it or think I'm cray .