time2win wrote on 20 Feb 2025 19:40:
I want to cut through all the superficialities and talk tachlis. Why do I turn to P and M? Because I have a crisis of meaning. I feel like my life doesn't really matter. There is a gaping hole deep in my soul, my consciousness that I can't seem to fill. All I can do is dull the gnawing emptiness with P & M. (In theory, it could be with drugs or alcohol, but P is free and more easily accessible and side effects are less noticeable.)
Until I can fill the hole in my heart, I will never achieve true sobriety from my addiction.
Dear time2win,
I want to thank you for your super articulate posts, expressing your feelings of lack of meaning and faith. I relate to so much of what you are going through.
Just to further elaborate on what eerie and chaimoigen have written, there is a premise in your words that, if adjusted accordingly, can change the whole game.
Is it really true that “Until I can fill the hole in my heart, I will never achieve true sobriety from my addiction”?
Some food for thought:
If I would enjoy porn and masturbation, if it would actually add joy and happiness to my life, I am at a stage in my life where I would probably just do it.
I wanna enjoy life right now, and I eat, sleep, watch a good movie and don’t stress too much about meaning and faith. Too painful.
But, here’s the thing.
I do not enjoy it. At all.
Or else I wouldn’t be here, would I?
If I am hungry, I eat to satiate that hunger. Would I eat something that only makes me hungrier, and sick as a dog afterwards?
Feeling horny and hungry for sexual indulgence? Okay, lets go indulge!
But, indulging in all those oh so breathtakingly beautiful images, just leaves me wanting more.
More bodies to feast over. More positions. More novelty, more variety. More shock.
Leaves me feeling wasted, empty, depleted, frustrated, a desperate hankering, a feeling of hornyness bordering on the brink of insanity.
Here I go again with that term, but it leaves me feeling like a rabid, red-eyed racoon from some zombie apocalypse movie. Scratching at the cage, desperate for more, more, more!
B’kitzur, a slave.
And I have seen firsthand, how things just continue to spiral and progress, it gets riskier and more dangerous...
So, what I’ve discovered is, that life, whether as a meaningless Joe the plumber, or as a cynical skeptic, is still better and more worth living as a sober man.
I still live with a lack of meaning and confusion about faith…but I will drill and trill this message into my lust infected brain day by day…
Life, whatever that even means, is better without that cumbersome burden weighing down on my shoulders like a load of bricks.