Hi Road to recovery and all,
Did start another journal. I didn't realise journals had more than one page! Duh.
Now I've realised, I will keep on updating this one and also be able to follow other journals that I used to think were malfunctioning!
I don't seem to be getting much time away from PMO at the moment, and I'm not sure what to do about it. I feel like I've got lots of tools - I meditate daily, have lots of nice things I can do to distract myself from P and have read others advice on this forum. I also know I can use these tools successfully. Yesterday I was getting urges that felt like waves of electricity surging through my mind and body, but I was able to tell myself they are just urges - very uncomfortable, but no more than that. I was able to get on with tidying my room (which I actually enjoy, believe it or not!) and had a few good chats with my flatmate. Then I gave in and PMO'd. I did it twice, and the second time was particularly bad as it was 1:30 - 6:00 in the morning.
As I say I feel like I have all the tools and know how to use them skillfully. But I guess sometimes I don't want to enough. And I don't know what to do about that. I also know that I can't give up trying to quit however. If I do, I just disappear into pornsville, and let everything else in my life slip away. I want friendships, to build a business, and maybe a family (although I am a little less sure about that)... So I need to keep trying. But it's damn frustrating that I keep on falling down.
Anyway, I have put a quote from a poem as a background on my work computer to help remind me of what's important.
Here's the full poem:
The Summer Day
Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
It's the last 2 lines I like. The question what do you plan to do with your life could come across as judgemental, but the addition of 'wild and precious' makes it feel like it's asked from a caring place. And life is wild and precious. I don't want to spend it on my own, staring at a screen, in a fantasy land. I want to live a life that is full-hearted and vigorous. Hopefully I can keep that in focus. And I wish all you precious people lives of wild joy!
all the best,
Will.