berrylewis29
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Relapse. I hate even typing that word, but I slipped up last night. Work has been more stressful than ever, I wasn't feeling great, and I couldn't sleep, so I found myself wide awake and alone at 1:30 am. Recipe for disaster. I take some comfort in that it didn't involve typical p that I use to go to. Instead, this was an episode of MO that involved edging by looking at pics of bare chested women that I stumbled upon on LinkedIn. I want to think I "stumbled" upon them, but the truth is I was actively looking for something. I think I had convinced myself that I deserved it.
I made it 241 days without an episode. Here's a few things I learned...good and bad:
- I took pride in my day count. I liked knowing I had gone so far and, even though this forum is anonymous, I liked the feeling of being one of the guys on here with a high day count. I know that makes me sound like a jerk, but I was using that as motivation. I wanted to "win" this.
- I also think I was naive to the idea that I would ever slip up or even have a weak moment after those initial weeks. I was so strong. The temptation just wasn't there for a really long time that I was starting to think I had beat this addiction and was above failing back into it. If you look at my last post on July 14, you'll notice I asked about how guys feel after super long periods of freedom. I was wanting someone to tell me that after a certain time, the temptation goes away and you're just free. I was hoping that could be the case for me, but I'm seeing now that I am susceptible to failure in this. I let my guard down because I thought I was over it and I was letting my day count convince me of that.
- Two things that contributed to my slip-up (I prefer to call it that rather than "relapse" and I'll explain below):
1. Over the past couple of weeks, I allowed myself to be exposed to triggers and lingered there for longer than I should. They were innocent enough...women selling clothing on Facebook Marketplace that was revealing, the hot news anchor that I wouldn't take my eyes off of, intentionally getting an eyeful of the cleavage of a woman I work with when she gave me an opportunity. I just didn't turn away, and I think over time, my brain remembered where this would lead...and it wanted it. I was hoping that after 241 days, I would be strong enough to resist these triggers, but I learned that I will need to resist them forever probably.
2. I have gotten out of the habit of my typical morning routine of prayer, journaling, and Bible reading. This time fuels me, encourages me, and reminds me of the truest things about me and the world around me. It reminds me of my purpose and my value. Without it...without Christ...I forget who I am and what I'm called to do, and I begin to live in my own power. I realize now that those 241 days were not out of my own strength but were a grace from God and the building blocks for my next long...hopefully lifelong...day count.
The reason I don't want to use the word "relapse" is because I think (to me at least) it makes it sound like I'm back to zero. Maybe my day count is, but my mind isn't. I slipped up, but I'm not back to the guy I was on December 11th, 2020. That was the last day I had a full blown PMO episode and became so sick of myself that I decided I had to change. I'm not that guy. I'm climbing a ladder and went down a rung...but I'm not back on the ground. No offense to any of you if you use the word "relapse". I'm just trying to remind myself that these 241 days weren't a failure, and that I'm moving on. I won't dwell on what happened last night, and I'll continue to rewire my brain knowing the progress I've made isn't wasted.
I made it 241 days without an episode. Here's a few things I learned...good and bad:
- I took pride in my day count. I liked knowing I had gone so far and, even though this forum is anonymous, I liked the feeling of being one of the guys on here with a high day count. I know that makes me sound like a jerk, but I was using that as motivation. I wanted to "win" this.
- I also think I was naive to the idea that I would ever slip up or even have a weak moment after those initial weeks. I was so strong. The temptation just wasn't there for a really long time that I was starting to think I had beat this addiction and was above failing back into it. If you look at my last post on July 14, you'll notice I asked about how guys feel after super long periods of freedom. I was wanting someone to tell me that after a certain time, the temptation goes away and you're just free. I was hoping that could be the case for me, but I'm seeing now that I am susceptible to failure in this. I let my guard down because I thought I was over it and I was letting my day count convince me of that.
- Two things that contributed to my slip-up (I prefer to call it that rather than "relapse" and I'll explain below):
1. Over the past couple of weeks, I allowed myself to be exposed to triggers and lingered there for longer than I should. They were innocent enough...women selling clothing on Facebook Marketplace that was revealing, the hot news anchor that I wouldn't take my eyes off of, intentionally getting an eyeful of the cleavage of a woman I work with when she gave me an opportunity. I just didn't turn away, and I think over time, my brain remembered where this would lead...and it wanted it. I was hoping that after 241 days, I would be strong enough to resist these triggers, but I learned that I will need to resist them forever probably.
2. I have gotten out of the habit of my typical morning routine of prayer, journaling, and Bible reading. This time fuels me, encourages me, and reminds me of the truest things about me and the world around me. It reminds me of my purpose and my value. Without it...without Christ...I forget who I am and what I'm called to do, and I begin to live in my own power. I realize now that those 241 days were not out of my own strength but were a grace from God and the building blocks for my next long...hopefully lifelong...day count.
The reason I don't want to use the word "relapse" is because I think (to me at least) it makes it sound like I'm back to zero. Maybe my day count is, but my mind isn't. I slipped up, but I'm not back to the guy I was on December 11th, 2020. That was the last day I had a full blown PMO episode and became so sick of myself that I decided I had to change. I'm not that guy. I'm climbing a ladder and went down a rung...but I'm not back on the ground. No offense to any of you if you use the word "relapse". I'm just trying to remind myself that these 241 days weren't a failure, and that I'm moving on. I won't dwell on what happened last night, and I'll continue to rewire my brain knowing the progress I've made isn't wasted.