I'm on day 7 of my latest reboot attempt. The last few months have been a blur, i've either been using or waiting to use.
I went for a walk yesterday, and I thought to myself "this is an internal fight, nobody knows what i'm going through." It's tough pretending to be happy while inside your world has fallen apart and your trying to rebuild.
When I returned to porn, honestly, until it spiralled out of control it felt great and I couldn't reasoned with myself that it was not going to last and I would hit rock bottom. Eventually I became very depersonalised (it hit me like a tonne of bricks) and the only thing that would bring me back for a little while was edging and pmo.
As always, my journey back began with the return of intrusive thoughts, anxiety and the odd random thought of wishing I was dead.
So I go again.
Harpoon ~?
I went for a walk yesterday, and I thought to myself "this is an internal fight, nobody knows what i'm going through." It's tough pretending to be happy while inside your world has fallen apart and your trying to rebuild.
When I returned to porn, honestly, until it spiralled out of control it felt great and I couldn't reasoned with myself that it was not going to last and I would hit rock bottom. Eventually I became very depersonalised (it hit me like a tonne of bricks) and the only thing that would bring me back for a little while was edging and pmo.
As always, my journey back began with the return of intrusive thoughts, anxiety and the odd random thought of wishing I was dead.
So I go again.
Harpoon ~?