@lpx:
I was able to go clean for multiple months, but an unstable period flipped everything over. I was very happy with my life, but sudden changes, good and bad things - it was just too much and I relapsed. Just once I thought, and it went on for several weeks. Now full ED, all the junk, depression. It's been three weeks now that I'm clean, but man I am frightened.
I've never lasted for as long as you have. But the symptoms after every relapse are the same.
I'm working on being more forgiving with myself. Looking at relapses more as just a simple mistake I should learn from instead of getting depressed.
But I'm still missing something, since being more forgiving up till now just results in more relapses.
This beast is stronger than what I would have ever expected.
Definitely. Damn it!
I'm starting to suspect that I personally made the beast that much more dangerous because I don't really believe I have control over my own actions when it comes to pmo. It's probably the result of years of me giving myself excuses to indulge and to cope with the guilt afterwords.
But if I ever want to get rid of it, I'm more and more certain that I'll have to convince myself again of my choice potential. Even under very difficult conditions.
No clue how to achieve that, however...
I am very tired of these ons and offs. I am thinking of taking professional help, like a therapist/specialist to meet multiple times per week. What do you think, would you consider this option?
I'm currently contemplating the same option. I recently went to a urologist who gave me a couple of addresses for therapy.
Haven't decided yet whether I'll follow up on that or not.
The reason being pride and arrogance I think. "How can they possibly know something I haven't thought of by now, etc..." Whenever I detect this in me, I'm very surprised but it's definitely there whenever I'm thinking of getting professional help.
Money is also a big issue.
But in the end, It's me (and you and everyone here) who has to do this alone any way. With or without support.
As I've mentioned before, I try to learn from mistakes. More often than not I have no idea what I could possibly learn from yet another relapse. But I keep at it. And it starts to show promise. I'm less depressed because my focus is more often on something positive.
If you think about it, dwelling on the past (even the very recent past) has no meaningful purpose at all. We should only take away the lesson and move on.
This is so self-evident. And I'm sure you've heard and read it many times before. But it's astonishingly difficult to implement.
Yet that's what I'm trying to do, and it pays off.
Keep on trucking!