“A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest form of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal in satisfying his vices. And it all comes from lying — to others and to yourself.” Dostoyevsky - from The brothers Karamazov
It’s almost as if Dostoyevsky knew this would happen and humans would fail themselves and bring themselves down even further. I write this on my 999th day of sobriety. I am not perfect, but I am not lying anymore. Not hiding facts, or things I do, or indeed who I really am, is extremely liberating. The relief from worry itself is astonishing. My wife still struggles to move onwards. I am highly confident she will, but I have the strength to cope not just with waiting, but if she can’t move on….what I would be. I want to thank each and every one of you for reading my journal. Lots of you make kind and supportive comments, and many of you just read. That’s obviously fine too, thanks for just reading. I am not going anywhere, this isn’t a goodbye, just know that tomorrow I may not get the chance to write much.
Meanwhile there is a gentleman (literally) who I should like to embarrass by thanking him more publicly, and anyway I need to respond to his lunar comment….
I was referring to the first manned flight around the moon by Apollo 8. Up till that time, no one had ever been that far from earth, aka, that far from porn. The earthrise coming around the orbit must of been one hell of a sight and one exhilarating experience.
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@Blondie - Thanks for the analogy, mate. You’re right that going around the moon for the first time, as Apollo 8 did, it must have been THE most astonishing thing as the Earthrise became visible. Those three men saw something no one else ever saw. Arguably as big a privilege as Armstrong and Aldrin getting to step on the surface. I don’t feel different to how I felt yesterday or the day before, and I possibly won’t feel different tomorrow when I get to 1000 days, but I realise I am going to see the light once again. The darkness was terrible, the light is extraordinary.
Thank you, my friend, for your tireless love and support. I would possibly have got here without you, but actually I will never know whether that’s tru. I owe you a bit of my life. It seems entirely possible that we will never meet, which is at one level just fine, but at another a very crazy mistake. Cheers pal. I will raise a glass to you tomorrow.
I am 999 days sober
and haven’t masturbated to an orgasm (no MO) for 6 days.
Good weekend all. GBS