I felt the Yetzer Hara in the air the last week or so. I was cruising right along, basking in the glow of better relations at home; my personal health was on the upswing, and my children were healthy and happy. Life was easy for the moment, but I still felt the YH lurking in the background. At first, I thought that it was something else, just a quick glance at an improperly dressed woman; no big deal happens to all of us. Then, I started looking at YouTube again. Then I had the brilliant idea of activating Instagram and just filling it with Kosher pages. I had pages and pages of good, wholesome content. I was learning how to cook new Kosher dishes and saw a bunch of places to go in Israel on my next trip. It was great! I had the internet and Social Media under control!! I was one of the lucky few who could handle the onslaught that inevitably comes from it.
The YH had me in his sights; he had me all queued up for an attack, and I was leading him to my own slaughter...
Then it happened... I was alone in my office, nobody was around, and I was looking at my phone, and BAMN! Out of nowhere, it hit me like a tsunami. I was washed away in a sea of filth in a matter of seconds. One image led to a porn site; one porn site had me back to the chat rooms; the next 72 hours or so were a blur, and I dove completely head-first into the sewer.
I never felt so disgusted in my life, one fall after another, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss. The porn got deep and dark, and the chat rooms were full of vermin waiting to take a piece of my soul.
I stopped davening, I stopped wrapping, I stopped anything that was pleasing to HaShem. I ate non-kosher food... I was in freefall and found nothing to grasp onto. Was this the final descent? Was this where I was destined to be? Were the last few months just a calm before the storm? Is this the true me?
I thought about getting some cocaine, the drug of choice, to get women to do what I wanted them to do. That would be the final nail in my coffin. I tried calling the dealer that I used to use; thankfully, he was nowhere to be found. I hung up the phone, and a wave of sadness swept over me; I sat there and cried for what seemed like hours. I cried about how I disappointed HaShem, my wife, my kids, and myself. Is this how my life would end? Is this my legacy?
I said I have to give myself another shot. This is not how my story will end. What can I do? Then it came to me. GYE is where I need to be. Just stay clean for one day and then worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. So here I am, full of shame and disgust, beaten and battered, but still here, hoping for another miracle...
Today is DAY ONE