HM, I know what it is to be tired, old and worn out. I'm not sure you're really worn out yet, B"H, but I'll take your word for it.
I'm 65, pretty close to a year clean. Please go read the first few posts on my thread. I did get caught. And I got worn out. Bottomed out.
A sponsor once told me that the most important word in recovery is "remember". When we "go for it", everything we know is out the window. Afterwards, isn't it amazing, we remember everything and it ain't pretty. So I have to remember to call someone, call the Rav, anyone. If it's late, go to GYE. I have to remember that when I'm leyning the whole world goes away, and that wonderful "lostness", the bitul, is what I really really want. Unhappily for me, the only thing I want more than "H is the orgasm. That's just an ugly fact I have to live with. I have to remember. And it's a fact I'm powerless over. And each day I have to ask for help. I have to remember to ask.
I've asked and begged "H to take this character defect from me. I ask and ask, not just in rephua shlemah. And in His wisdom, I'm still an addict who would rather have what I want, then do what He wants. I say "Y'hee Ratzon..." over and over. I try to live with what I heard the Kotzker Rebbe once said, "'No' is also an answer".
So I live with what He's given me to live with as best I can. Every day I ask. Sometimes I beg and cry. Tse gournisht helfin. I do my little work--shmiras eynayim, and all the other things we do and don't do to fulfill His ratzon. And day by day I still ask.
And while I've been doing all this asking and begging to be free of this selfishness, these fears, these bitter resentments that I thought I let go of years and years ago during my therapy days, as I'm doing all this very serious suffering, I look back, and I notice what He's done to my life over this year since I've been participating at GYE.
After years of being alienated from each other, the other day my daughter told me she was bragging to friends of hers about how far I've come (and she only knows that I'm a sex addict, but not the particulars), and about how far WE'VE come. I haven't seen her in many years. And over this last year, B"H, we now talk regularly, and she invited me up to visit her in July.
My son puts his arm around me and tells me he loves me. This a son who was so scared of me he couldn't be alone with me.
My younger son and I have long talks. This a young man who answered questions with grunts or an occasional syllable.
There are still so many stressors left from my arrest and conviction, IRS problems, parnassah, health. But I can daven now and just talk with Him here and there. Sometimes I just realize what a miracle He's worked that I can talk to people, just regular folks, the grocery store clerks, the bank tellers, and actually FEEL something warm and gentle and available with another human being.
It can happen. Even to us tired old and worn out men.
Put the plug in the jug. Filter up. For G-d's sake don't hit bottom. Please.