Had a pretty big presentation to give today, and the attendant nervousness evoked a sort of ‘whisper’ of urges. These ‘mini urges’ weren’t very strong, and were more like a weak undercurrent that was barely perceptible. Luckily, they never evolved into anything that could have triggered a relapse.
The fact that this happened makes a lot of sense, since I had used PMO as a mood-regulation ‘tool’ for over a decade. I realize now that it’s much better, in the long run, to simply be with my unpleasant emotions rather than escaping into porn and numbing myself out.