Day 13
I haven't had much urges lately. It will be here and there. I mostly feel okay. I am frustrated with my life situation right now. I am getting depressed which is okay. It is expected; at this point, being free from p is enough. Hurting my lower back has put competition on hold again. I am mostly depressed about that. I hate my job. I am tired of living in a foreign country. I am tired of the food here. I am just tired. Day 13 reminder of why I want to quit p. It has damaged 3 years of my life, destroyed days of my life that I can't ever back, lessened the enjoyment and fulfillment of sex, irreparably damaged my ex gf, and it takes control of me like someone hypnotized. I let it control me and I let the rush of dopamine numb emotions like what I am feeling now. Every time I get longer in my days I start thinking about my frustrations and the great swell of depression in my chest. I don't think I am insecure like others might be, but I definitely feel a sadness. This is normal for my reboot the last long reboot I had bouts like this. I am regaining control everyday; p is not my master.