I think that I will get myself through this. I mean, I always do, don’t I? I’ll find it within myself to stop using alcohol as an outlet for my agony.
Feel your muscles lengthening from your fingertips down to your shoulders. Bend your knees and straighten them. Carefully move your body into slow and gentle stretches, knowing you are honoring your body by making it feel good.
“I saw you on the news. That guy got shot at your house and now they are looking for you, but can’t find you. A lot of people think you are dead, but then I was looking at our security camera from a few days ago and I saw you.”
They assume that they can cure themselves just by staying away from porn.
In a box full of other cigarettes, I am not special. I am just like the rest. And I will be put out.
I bought one last dose of heroin, obtained some valium, and vodka, then moved into a little one room apartment my uncle had in the mountains of North Carolina. Making sure, I had no way to contact anyone, or get to anyone.
Sometimes maintaining sobriety requires my utmost attention and diligence. Parts of me want to abandon this second (or third, or fourth, I lost count) chance, and it’s my duty to keep on walking the tightrope, to address the dope-pangs and dismiss them.
“Within a fairly short period of time, I found myself watching up to eight hours of pornography a day, every day.”
Our relationship, although full of love and comfort and excitement, eventually became too much for me to handle.
Porn ruins our erections with actual women.