I Choose to Live


My name is Rafael and I am 30 years old.

I've been addicted to porn since I was 16. There was a period of around two years and a half, from ages 23 to 25, when I managed to temporarily quit this addiction, but then I fell back into the porn trap cycle.

At this moment, I don't feel particularly in the mood to write a lot about myself, but I'll probably come back later to write more in detail.

For now, I can disclose this: I've recently been accepted into a PhD course, and I intend on striving for an academic career. Sounds good, right? I should be proud of myself, right?

Then why do I f*cking hate myself so much?

Why can't I stand to look at my own reflection when I stare in the mirror? Why do I feel like a complete failure, nonetheless? Why do I have suicidal thoughts every single day, without exception, to the point where it has become normal to wrestle with those urges on a daily basis?

At 30 years old, my sexual experience is almost non-existent. I still live at my parents' house. I can't even keep a steady job for more than a few months. When I was a kid, I thought that by this time I would be strong enough to get a beautiful wife, maybe kids, and a meaningful career.

Yet, I can't even summon the strength to get a girlfriend. I feel like a pathetic little man.
My social anxiety and awkwardness are so bad that sometimes I feel like I can't even interact with people on a basic level. I get instinctively hooked on the wrong types of girls who do not appreciate my value and only demean me, which contributes to worsening my self-esteem, instead of giving attention to those who have slipped by through my life and actually genuinely cared about me.

Porn is a major catalyst contributing to all of these problems. It is not the only one, though, and I will probably write more details later. I have several traumas from my past and a history of struggling with depression and anxiety that predated my porn use. But I guess this is what you need to know about me for now.

See you soon.


Day 1 free from porn.

I took a pill last night that a psychiatrist recommended to me a few months ago. It's meant to help me fall asleep, but on the day after you still feel dizzy, sleepy and moody. That's how I'm feeling at the moment.

I hate it. But I decided to take it because I've been having a hard time falling asleep. When I'm alone at night, that's when the most depressive and anxious thoughts kick in, and I am more likely to relapse. A couple of nights ago, I think I had four panic attacks while lying in bed, sleepless. You tend to relapse when you're at your most vulnerable.

I took the pill to avoid feeling like that, but now I'm not sure if it was worth it.
It seems like everything in life comes with a price. Much like the short-term high you get when you pleasure yourself with porn. Looking back at it now, it feels beyond disgusting.

See you soon.


Day 2 free from porn.

The day went smoothly, but a toxic interaction with my mother got me in a bad mood right now before going to bed.

My parents are very negative people with a lot of messed up, unresolved stuff. As I was growing up, I inadvertently swallowed much of that negativity, which contributed to turning me into an individual trapped in toxic patterns similar to theirs. It's like I inherited a part of it. And this still happens on a daily basis, even now that I am 30.

When it comes to porn, these toxic interactions that damage my mental health are often a trigger.

I want to get away from this and get my own home. But my mental health is so bad that I can't find or keep a decent job that doesn't make me want to fly out the window. How am I going to support myself like this?

Besides, inflation is so high right now that I often feel like I should just stay here so that I can save as much money as possible for the future. My salary would barely be enough to pay rent elsewhere right now.

But I'm really getting fed up!... I feel like shit right now.

Well, that's it for today, don't feel like writing more at the moment.

See you soon.


Day 3 free from porn.

The day started out quite badly, with another pointless argument between me and my mom.

I actually had to call my mom's behavior childish. She was visibly surprised and shaken after hearing that and couldn't come up with a proper answer, because she probably realized it was true. The whole situation was so bizarre and disorienting that it made me feel really bad for most of the day. I know it sounds crazy to call your own mom childish, but that's literally how erratic her behavior was. I had to say it because she was gaslighting me and accusing me of being the one behaving that way. Yet she refused to acknowledge her mistake, as always.

But by the evening, I had a Muay Thai class. It's only my fifth class, as I started practicing recently. But I felt much better afterwards because it was extremely intense, and I could actually feel progress. I should have started practicing martial arts sooner, as it can really improve your mental health. I still had that tiny voice inside my head saying I'm a despicable excuse for a human being, but that voice was now much, much smaller and manageable.

What do I need to accomplish in order to finally stop hating myself? That's literally all I want.

Anyway, that's it for today.

See you soon.


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I've hated myself on and off for many many years. It's a bad place isn't it? Sort of ruins everything a bit. My observation is that if I can be true to myself - live by the ideals I'd like to live by, then my self-loathing actually goes away quite quickly. I have to stay clean of P, control my anger (at times - especially with the kids!), and try to be grateful everyday for the things I am blessed with. And physical exercise is also a huge part of the picture.

Keep focusing on the good in your life and leave the negativity behind! Be the man you would like to be! :) You will start liking yourself better by the day I bet. Welcome to this journey - together we CAN do it.


I've hated myself on and off for many many years. It's a bad place isn't it? Sort of ruins everything a bit. My observation is that if I can be true to myself - live by the ideals I'd like to live by, then my self-loathing actually goes away quite quickly. I have to stay clean of P, control my anger (at times - especially with the kids!), and try to be grateful everyday for the things I am blessed with. And physical exercise is also a huge part of the picture.

Keep focusing on the good in your life and leave the negativity behind! Be the man you would like to be! :) You will start liking yourself better by the day I bet. Welcome to this journey - together we CAN do it.
Thank you very much, Simon.
Those are some very encouraging words. It's nice to know someone is actually reading my rants!

I've wrestled with those thoughts many times. I know I should focus on the positive, but sometimes it feels impossible.
I also wish I could live by the ideals I'd like to live by... But somehow, I feel stuck. Do I lack the courage needed to be happy? Maybe.

I guess that being unhappy and miserable is easy. To choose to actually be happy is an act of courage. Maybe I already have what I need to change my situation and I just can't see it.

But then again, maybe I am also being too hard on myself. It is hard to tell.


Day 4 free from porn.

Loneliness is really hitting me today.
I wish I wasn't so alone. I wish I had people around me I could trust. I wish I hadn't isolated and shut off all the people I used to know from my past.

Why do I feel like most people that walk into my life can't be trusted? Everyone seems to be so selfish and self-centered. Like Johnny Cash sang once: "everyone I know goes away, in the end".

I met a girl a while back who seemed to be different. But besides living in another country, she is still recovering from her previous relationship with her abusive ex-boyfriend and therefore wasn't open to anything.

But I miss her. I really do. She was the only person around my age that I've met for the past ten years that did not feel shallow and empty. I wish she was here. I wish there was something I could do to prove myself worthy and win her affection. If only I was given that chance. I would never waste it away. I would do everything in my power to make her happy. I know I'm not perfect, but I would never be like her former boyfriend.

Last night, I had trouble falling asleep and started thinking about sex. Unfortunately, even my sexual thoughts seem to have been contaminated by porn. Most of them were replays of porn scenes I have watched in the past or involved girls I've seen performing in porn.

That's one of the reasons why I probably should not masturbate even without porn. Because I know that if I do, with my brain at its current state, porn will be a part of it one way or another. And that will impair and slow down my recovery.

I'm still feeling a bit like that today, like having this urge to either masturbate or watch porn as a way to escape my feelings of extreme loneliness.

Yesterday my Muay Thai class nearly KILLED me, but now I wish I had those classes every day, because at least I would have something to focus on and I would get to hang out with the people there.

I could move to a school where I would have more classes per week, but that would be more expensive, and money is a problem for me. I have an account on Medium, where I write about the topics I like for a few bucks. I haven't been able to make a lot of money from that, but perhaps I shouldn't give up. Perhaps I should give it another go. As long as there is a possibility, there is hope. Why give up when there is still a chance I could succeed?

That's it for today.

See you soon, friend.


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Hi @rafael92 , old man here.
Any addiction creates a vicious cycle based on dependency. For addiction to survive, it creates and breeds weakness.

You suffer now because withdrawal is emptiness. But the healthy solution to reboot is not resistance. It is replacement.

So focus your energy on filling yourself up. Be it Muay Thai, movies or meeting people. Focus on improving yourself, which will make you feel good about yourself.

An attractive person is generally an interesting person.
An interesting person has interests.
One of his interests is a deep interest in himself.
And that interest is founded on improvement.

Go take best care of yourself. People are mainly attracted to people who can take good care of themselves.


Hello, friend.

You've probably noticed that I haven't posted for a few days. Guess what happened?

I relapsed. Twice. The last time was just a couple of hours ago.

I've been in a really dark place lately. My self-hate, loneliness, and overall anger have been overwhelming. Sometimes I have to really put in the effort to control my meltdowns. I feel like a wicked and sick version of Bruce Banner, with some other angry, demented, and repressed guy inside, trying to get out.

I've already tried psychiatry and psychotherapy before, but neither helped on a foundational basis. The meds just made it worse.

I feel like I've already been defeated in life and there is nothing more I can do to get back up.

I'm unsure if it's completely true, but I feel like the only thing keeping me from committing suicide is precisely my anger. It's precisely the stubbornness of wanting to lift my middle finger to this shitty universe and get my revenge against it, while screaming: "you can't break me!"

I can no longer find relief in my family or the people I once called "friends." Everyone will eventually become shitty, deceive you and hurt you. After 30 years on this planet, I've concluded those tendencies are probably embedded in human nature itself. The only people unaware of it are the ones too privileged to have to bother facing it and peaking behind the curtains, who can afford the privilege of living their whole lives pretending human beings are something they're not.

I used to not be like this, you know? I used to be really hopeful, optimistic and naive.
Guess what life did to me?

That's it for today.

See you soon.
Still waiting for a miracle, I guess.


Day 1 free from porn.

Having a Muay Thai class right after a relapse SUCKS.
My brain was so unfocused and foggy that I couldn't even tell right from left when the instructor told me to do something.

But as I was walking away, back home, all sweaty, however, a vision came into my mind.

I imagined what it would be like if I succeeded in getting the scholarship I applied for in the context of my Ph.D. How much would it enhance my capabilities. How I would be able to become financially independent for the next few years while improving my intellectual skills, career prospects in University and while still having the free time to focus on getting better at martial arts or whatever project I'd like to have on the side.

I'd have enough money to leave my parents' home. I'd have money to travel sometimes. I wouldn't have a job that I would hate.
That would be heaven to me.

There is a chance I could get the scholarship this year. The results will probably be known in a few weeks. However, everyone tells me it is very hard to be selected. There are way too many applications. But apparently, if I am not selected this year, they say that next year will be easier if I spend some time working on my scientific curriculum.

Next year I will be 31, going on to 32.
Will it be too late by then to live the life I have never lived? To actually experience life for the first time? Should I just give up already?
Need to think.

I just wish that, in the meantime, I could have a girlfriend. Or just a romantic interest that would make life better. That would make life more tolerable.

I'm going to have to forget the Swiss girl that I mentioned in an earlier post. If she doesn't understand me, if she can't see my value, then it's her fault, not mine. It's her loss. I can't remain stuck to an expectation of what she could be.

It's starting to feel emasculating to simp over a girl who acts like she doesn't care. She is a little different and her head is always on the moon. Sometimes it's hard to understand if she truly doesn't care or if this is just part of her personality.

But I've given her a chance. I've waited a long time. It's over now.
No more excuses for her. I'm going to assume that she just doesn't care about me. And if that is the case, then she is not worthy of me.

She is just another toxic person that walked into my life promising to be something else and fooled me for a little while to take advantage of the affection I had to give.

That's it for today.
See you soon.
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Keep going with your recovery @rafael92. There is no other alternative. You may relapse, as do most of us, but just keep trying.

I know what you’re saying about loneliness, about it seeming like everyone is just selfish and only care about themselves.
To a certain extent, this is probably true in a way. But people don’t do this in purpose. They have their own lives, their own struggles, and it's easy to misinterpret the things that people do.

I think we are extra inclined to see people in this way because of the way porn affects our brains. We don't have a healthy sense of empathy and connection to others. Any maybe we attract the sort of people who are also damaged, people who are no good for us. Like @TakeActionNow said.

I have felt this as well. I live in a different city to my family, and sometimes I think that if it weren't for my colleagues at work I would have nobody. No friends and or girlfriend. I feel incredibly isolated some days, and I feel like the people I know from work aren't really that close. I feel like if I lost my job I would lose contact with most of them, and all of them given time.

But I know that my addiction to porn, and my disability to deal with my emotions in a normal way is why I just can't seem to get any real connection with anyone. Starting my recovery from porn has made me see that I do have worth, and I deserve to have a better life. At the very least, as a human being I deserve better than being in front of a screen day after day, wasting away for nothing.

Focus on getting better, and things will start working out for you. And don't waste time or emotions on people who give you nothing back, as long as you have genuinely tried to see things from their point of view.
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Hello, friend.

After being free from porn and masturbation since July 27th, I just relapsed tonight.

I was feeling really better this week until now. There was a palpable improvement. I moved to a new gym where now I have 3 Muay Thay classes per week. I have also been taking my workouts more seriously and my physical condition has improved.

However, today I was forced to spend a lot of time with my parents and I absorbed their toxicity like a sponge. I seem to absorb people's energies and emotions wherever I go.

Then I couldn't sleep at night. So guess what? Started feeling horny. Resisted the urges for a while, but the phone was right next to me. It happened.

Lessons to learn?
1) I need to spend less time around my toxic family;
2) I can't have my phone or PC in my bedroom when I go to sleep. Gotta keep them well guarded elsewhere. It's frustrating as hell but it must be done.

To compensate, tomorrow I will do 2 Muay Thai classes instead of only 1. And I'm going to become a champion just because I feel like proving it's possible to find glory after any setback, no matter how bad.

Thanks to all the people who have been sharing their wisdom in this thread. Sometimes I don't know how to answer, but I read all of your advice and it makes my heart warm.

See you soon.
Not gonna let this bring me down.


Hello, friend.

Relapsed again last night. Watching porn makes me feel like a subhuman being.

I always looked at my porn addiction in the context of the problems and traumas I had in my life. But I'm starting to consider that, despite that personal baggage indeed sometimes serving as a catalyst, there are other factors that trigger the addiction. In the past couple weeks, I've started to feel slightly better mentally, but sometimes I'll still end up watching porn just because I feel bored, and it's way too easily accessible.

It's easier and cheaper to watch porn online and hide it than it is, for example, to drink a bottle of whiskey. The way modern online porn is conceived probably makes it the most powerful addictive trap of our era.

It's not just about the porn. It's the way the entire feedback loop of the modern internet is constructed.

It goes like this:
  1. First, you must be on social media because everybody in the world is, and you will feel like a social outcast if you are not.
  2. Then, your mental health will be impaired because on Instagram and other social media platforms, everybody seems to have a better life than you (even though it's probably all fake and staged). There is a chance that your life is actually better than what it feels like. But, on social media, everybody seems to have an absolutely perfect life, so you'll trick yourself into believing yours must suck because you're subconsciously comparing it to unrealistic standards.
  3. You may also, in some cases, end up finding yourself getting on a dating app because, in the internet age, everybody seems to have social anxiety and people barely get to know each other like they did back when they were forced to behave like normal human beings. The pandemic has only exacerbated this tendency, and it's something that can also either hurt your mental health, make you feel more isolated, or create urges to indulge in potentially toxic short-term relief escape mechanisms. Like watching porn.
  4. Then it's nighttime, and you find yourself feeling like crap. You're already on the internet anyway, it feels like we're always connected these days. Your smartphone is already in your hands. What is the most accessible drug at that moment that you can use to numb those feelings? Online porn.
The porn websites themselves are only a small part of this, even though they're where the feedback loop ends before it restarts later. The entire system is conceived so that your emotions are manipulated. Digital service companies know when you feel hopeless, lonely, and bored and what you'll do when those feelings kick in.

I think I'm going to throw my smartphone in the trash can.


Hello, friend.

I have not relapsed since my last post on August 7th, but I decided to stop counting days for now.

I am starting to feel like a new man lately, and I want to destroy every remnant of my previous life of weakness. That was the old me. Stressing about the number of days I've been sober only reinforces the idea that I am struggling. When in reality, I must face this addiction as something I have already beaten and obliterated.

I have been feeling much better. Like I mentioned before, I moved to a new gym, where I now have 3 Muay Thai classes per week. Besides being extremely intense, classes are now 2 hours long.

My individual workouts are also getting more intense, and I am getting in better shape. I am starting to gain visible abs for the first time in my life.

But best of all, the amount of endorphins that these activities release in my brain makes me feel much better mentally.

Of course, things are not perfect. Sometimes I still have these old negative thoughts and urges. However, they feel much smaller and manageable now. Like the narrator of Fight Club said: "After fighting, everything in life gets the volume turned down."

I have found a new thing that I love. A new purpose that I will devote myself to wholeheartedly. If I cannot become a pro fighter, I will at least become an instructor one day and work to elevate other people like I am being elevated now. I should have started practicing combat sports or martial arts a long time ago. Maybe it's been my true calling all along. And perhaps I was too close-minded and wrongfully focused on other stuff to discover it.

I am doing good. Hope you are too.

See you soon.


Hello, friend.

I am still going strong since my last post. No relapses.

For those of you who are interested in learning more about my story, I recently published a short memoir about my life-long struggles with mental health on Medium. I didn't feel like bringing up the addiction much in that text because I'm not anonymous over there, but there's still a lot of context about my past that can explain some of the struggles that I face today.

I gotta admit, across the past few days I've been struck by a feeling of restlessness and frustration, reminiscent of the old me. When I wrote my previous post, I felt like Superman. I wish that feeling would return. Guess I gotta accept that not all days will be perfect. The ups and downs are part of the grind.

However, I no longer linger so much in the negativity like I used to in the past. I accept those negative emotions as something I can't always fully control, but they no longer feel unsurmountable or part of my identity. I now look at them as just a slightly annoying obstacle I gotta defeat and expect to eventually overcome one day. I am learning to become a fighter who can't allow himself to be brought down or chicken out over a jab or a hook when there are still so many rounds left to fight. I gotta endure the pain that life throws at me until I find an opening to land a counterattack and knockout my demons.

In Muay Thai there is a thing called physical conditioning. It takes the form of exercises where the objective is just for you to expose a part of your body to taking lots of consecutive hits. The point here is to toughen up the skin so that the next time you're hit there, it won't hurt as much. It also helps to build mental endurance for the idea of feeling the pain. Real fighting is not just about striking, but also knowing how to get hit without getting discouraged.

I've noticed that most kickboxing fighters tend to run around a lot. They land a couple of strikes and run away, over and over again.

But in Muay Thai, we usually don't run away from the pain - we launch right towards it, we put ourselves in its direction and take the hits until we find an opening to fight back. And oddly enough, when you walk straight into an opponent's low kick, something about the mechanics of your body will make it hurt much less than if you try to evade it.

It feels slightly anti-natural. Our mind's natural response is to run away from the pain. But Muay Thai fighters discovered that it hurts less if you do the opposite.

I don't know if you are getting it, but I'm trying to use this to make a metaphor. Both in martial arts and in life, you gotta be ready to face the pain and not be intimidated by it. You can't allow the pain to discourage you. Only losers would do that. You gotta laugh at the pain. You gotta laugh at life and the universe for another stupid, petty attempt to try to take you down. Giving in to the pain and watching porn would be an act similar to giving up and throwing in the towel.

I am doing good. I will get through this. Next time I post, I will be feeling even better.

Thank all of you guys for the support. We've got an amazing community here.

See you soon.
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Hello again, friend.

As I mentioned previously, I'm feeling slightly down (although probably not as much as I used to in the past).

I realized I gotta be careful with this moment. This temporary funk can weaken my mind and lead me towards a relapse, which would eventually trap me in another further negative downward spiral.

I gotta do some soul-searching and understand why I am feeling this way.

On one hand, I feel really lonely. I burned a lot of bridges with people from my past. In some cases, it was not totally my fault, but in other situations, maybe partially. People aren't perfect, but they will only hurt you if you let them. There were many situations that I could've handled differently, and maybe the final outcome wouldn't be as bad. Maybe, in another timeline, I wouldn't be as isolated as I am today.

On the other hand, my low self-esteem impairs my ability to connect with new people. I get on Tinder sometimes (through the PC since I refuse to use the internet on my smartphone) and sometimes I match with girls but don't risk trying to start a conversation. And maybe the same thing happens in the real world, with people from my Muay Thai class, for example. I keep looking at these people and thinking... "What do I have to give to that person?... Maybe not much?"

And all of this because I know I have not yet cleaned up the mess that resulted from my previous problems. I am still in the earliest stage of recovering from this addiction, and I know that at this phase I might not be reliant. I could perhaps inadvertently lure a girl into my life only to mess things up later and drag her into my chaos.

But a fun thing happened on Tinder yesterday. I matched with a gorgeous older girl and, after we exchanged a couple of short messages and I told her I was doing a Ph.D., she asked: "So you don't work?"

She was probably just giving me a test to check my reaction, or just trying to act like a player, so I didn't take it to heart.

But it got a certain part of my brain thinking... If I could improve my finances, my chances with women like this would be better. Although I am starting a Ph.D. soon, maybe I should still find a job.

My last job as a PR consultant was terrible. Because of my mental health problems, I have trouble keeping a steady job for a long time. But maybe I should keep trying. I've worked for many bad corporations before, I could switch things up with a new approach and try working for an NGO or the public sector next time. The atmosphere could be different and more tolerable. And having a decent job would improve my self-esteem and make me feel better around other people. I wouldn't have that slightly awkward moment of trying to find an excuse for myself when I explain to people what I'm currently doing with my life.

It's going to be rough to work at a full-time job and study for my Ph.D. at the same time. But maybe I should still try it. The first year will be the hardest since I'll have to attend and pass a few classes. But afterwards, my only academic focus will be on writing the thesis, and with that I can make my own schedule. In the meantime, if things go badly, I'll still have Muay Thai a few times per week as my personal healthy antidepressant.

Perhaps I should still try to work. If I survive the first year, I guess I'll be okay. And I could still keep applying for scholarships until I get one.

So I guess this is the new plan. I'll start working on my resume tomorrow. And I already have an idea of a job I could apply to for an NGO, for a position as a researcher.

Tomorrow will also be a better day since I will have another Muay Thai class in the evening and that gets me fired up. I am progressing slowly but consistently. Gotta keep fighting.

So I guess that's it for today, friend. Thank you for reading.
See you soon.


Hello, friend.

I'm still going strong. But I realized I might be dealing with withdrawal symptoms. They might explain the funk I've felt over the past few days, which got gradually stronger up until yesterday.

Two nights ago, I had a rough time. Couldn't fall asleep for the entire night. And in my mind, I was just thinking about sex over and over again. Almost couldn't control it. Everything in my body ached and craved for that release.

But I guess there is a silver lining. My fantasies did not imply, for the most part, scenes from pornography. I was thinking about normal stuff and real women I had met. Whereas before I couldn't even do that. To think about sex would always include replaying scenes I had seen in porn. Normal thoughts of normal intimacy with real people used to not even get me aroused back then.

So maybe this is a sign that some sort of rewiring in my brain has started.

The following day was obviously kind of crappy. The lack of sleep meant I couldn't focus on anything and I felt prone to headaches. I ended up staying home the entire day and skipping my Muay Thai class.

Throughout the day, I felt my anxiety was gradually getting worse. I ended up going to bed again early in the afternoon. Couldn't fall asleep even then. But my anxiety was hitting a tipping point and I just couldn't function. I started feeling really crazy.

I had to take a pill similar to Prozac to calm myself down. But even then, I still felt unwell. So I did something I initially wanted to avoid... I masturbated.

But much like I said before, there is good news. I did not use porn. And, while I was masturbating, I did not think about scenes from porn. I noticed that, while I was doing it, the mere concept of bringing porn to it made me feel disgusted and grossed out. Like that stuff couldn't get me aroused anymore.

And maybe that is good news... My thoughts were totally normal. Just about a normal sexual encounter with a real girl I have met. There was no weird pornographic crap involved. Just pretty normal stuff.

I plan on avoiding masturbation completely because I usually don't like how it makes me feel in the end, and I noticed it can trigger a return to watching porn.
But I'm not going to consider this event a relapse. I think it is good news that I managed to masturbate without porn, to just normal and realistic thoughts of intimacy. I should see this as evidence that I'm making progress towards rewiring my brain.

To make up for this, I woke up exceptionally early today and went to a Muay Thai class on a schedule I usually don't attend. Felt good. Tomorrow I'm going again.

For now, I'm managing to sleep by using certain pills that I had lying around, which were prescribed to me by a psychiatrist I saw many months ago. But still... Gotta be careful. Can't become addicted to these pills. They will eventually end. And I'm not sure exactly how long I will deal with withdrawal symptoms from porn.

When I have those withdrawal crises, I get really crazy insomnia and anxiety. And it sucks really badly... Even if I'm exhausted, the anxiety doesn't let my brain shut off and sleep, and this goes on for God knows how long. All sorts of negative and intense thoughts pop up...

Rough times might lie ahead.
But hey, at least I have martial arts to make me feel better.

Well, that's it for today. Thanks for reading.

See you soon.


Hello, friend. I'm still free from porn since August 7th.

Things are starting to look up in my life. I was selected and hired to work on a research project at a university during this month of September. The project is also meant to be a formative experience, so I am learning a lot of interesting stuff that will be useful for my future as a researcher. And I am also getting to know tons of new, interesting people with similar goals and ways of thinking! Then my Ph.D. will start in October, which is something I am also excited about.

And I am also still practicing Muay Thai in my free time, which means my life is now filled with interesting interactions with lots of different people. This type of contact makes me feel more human. I don't think I've ever felt this good (and this human) in a long time.

As I mentioned before, my dream is to become a researcher and a university professor. Lately, I've been more able to focus and have been reading tons of new books now, while getting lots of ideas for new research projects I could actually start and finish on my own.

Things are good. There are still problems in my life, but now I don't feel the need to dwell on them like I used to. I want to be happy and wire my brain for that happiness. Despite the many challenges that lie ahead, I now legitimately feel like there is hope and a reason to believe in the future.

See you soon and all the best, friend.


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Sounds really good! You are looking forward, which is how it's supposed to be. Those things you've got going on sound great, practicing Muay Thai seems like a great thing - I need something like that in my life, still figuring out what it is!