Thank you @DungeonMaster for texting me. Otherwise, I may have not come back so soon.
Well everyone,
I wiped out. I bit the dust. I acted out with both porn and MB.
I was craving a lot. And the cravings were intense and weren’t going away.
On Sunday, November 3, my phone locks had a window to allow me to go online for work. Unfortunately, I was not in clarity. And I took advantage and disabled my locks completely at that time.
I played around with YouTube that day. I continued to other sites and viewed some pretty graphic material. By Monday evening, I lost my sobriety.
But the next day, Tuesday, November 5, really sealed the deal. I was acting out with both hardcore porn and MB. I skipped my CR meeting that evening to act out instead. I had a moment of clarity at 9:30 PM, and reapplied my locks.
I was getting high, getting my fix. This has happened so much in my life that the guilt fails to appear anymore.
The next day, I felt like in a complete stupor. What was going on with me? Felt some sorrow that I just blew up 230 days of sexual sobriety. I guess I was just white-knuckling it. Constantly craving hoping “This Too Shall Pass” and leaning on my boundaries didn’t work this time.
Not to say that my locks weren’t helpful. They kept my 24 hour relapse from turning into one that lasted several months.
I’ll reiterate. I was craving badly. Fantasizing way too much. I was contemplating acting out at a massage parlor, a behavior that I haven’t done in 15 years.
Finally, came to terms with the FACT that I was not going to further jeopardize my family, my marriage, my health, my freedom and wellbeing. So having an affair or using a prostitute wasn’t going to happen.
Which leaves me to masturbating to porn in an empty parking lot.
Such a sad existence.
One person asked me and others why I lust after other women knowing that I’ll never have any chance of hooking up with any of them.
For me, the honest answer is that it doesn’t cross my mind that I’ll never have sex with any of them. I entertain the idea that I actually do have a chance (even if it’s a very small one) of having sex with all of them. I’m addicted to a fantasy; I’m addicted to a lie.
Every relapse originates in the heart. That means that I think it before I act it out.
This is where my addiction separates from others. For an alcoholic, one has to drink alcohol to get drunk. Looking at it or thinking about it doesn’t give the same result.
Obviously, looking at porn will clearly get me high. But even thinking about it gives me a high. Getting high off fantasies is what I’ve gotten real good with over the course of my life. With the fantasy, comes a rush of dopamine to my brain. And according to Annie Grace, dopamine doesn’t do so much to augment pleasure as it does to augment cravings.
In other words, the more I crave, the more I crave.
I recognize that in order for me to get any better, I’ll need to take custody of not only my actions, but also my eyes and mind.
To take control of thoughts seems like an incredibly daunting task. But you want to know what’s challenging?
Fighting cravings for 7 months straight. All of you witnessed this.
I haven’t craved for the past seven days now…
That’s the longest I’ve gone without craving for over 2 years. Pretty nuts, right? And the experience feels kind of…
refreshing
I want this feeling to continue.
Because I recognize that I can no longer allow my eyes and mind to have free reign to do whatever the heart desires while I fight the craving to act out. If I continue to fantasize about acting out, I’m eventually going to do it.
Starting to make more sense to just stop craving altogether. I must take ownership of that. I do have more influence on my thinking than what I gave myself credit for.
And where does it begin?
In my case, it begins with saying, “No,” to the first look; the first thought of lust; the thought that matters. (Thanks @Yoda-Stevie)
230 days was a pretty long stretch. I can be a pretty good white-knuckler, can’t I? But there is a better way.
I did go to my CR meeting yesterday and came clean to all of them. I’m celebrating day 7 today, soon to be day 8.
Thanks everyone for your patience with me. Sorry that I went MIA for a week. All of you are very dear to me.