(Part 1) (Sorry for the lengthy post)
Ok. Promises made, promises kept. Well, almost, but as the saying goes, it's better late than never.
Phew, deep breath. Ok. Am I ready? This is a long one. Ok, here we go.
The story I'm about to share with you is much more than a story. It's my journey, a ride with many tunnels. Sometimes, I wondered if there was an end to the tunnel. Other times, I felt like I was climbing a mountain, wondering if I'd ever make it. Sometimes, it felt like riding on top of the mountain with the whole world beneath and enjoying the breeze.
Like most (if not all) of us, I was introduced to this in a very unhealthy way that threw my life into turmoil. Before I continue, I want to apologize if I write something that might trigger you. Please forgive me.
I was introduced to M by a cousin about my age when we were about the age of 13. My cousin gave me some s*x education
. A few weeks later, he came to my house for a sleepover and taught (showed...) me about M. I was hooked. At the time I didn't even know the extent of the issur. I knew it wasn't right, but I just couldn't stop. I fell and fell, slipped and slipped. Oh, and of course, I was mortified to tell a living soul about this struggle I was grappling with. I knew (thought) I was bad, yet I couldn't do anything about it. I COULD NOT STOP, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRIED. By the time I found out how problematic this was, I just couldn't stop. I was stuck. Of course, I kept on promising myself that I'll stop. But I just had no clue how.
Fast forward 3 years. I was sitting in front of an unfiltered computer (naive older parents had no clue of the dangers the Internet has to offer, and anyway, how would their son find out the password?...), and I, for the first time, searched for some videos. I still remember my heart pounding, threatening to jump out of my chest, my palms sweating, and my eyes burning as I was watching for the first time. My heart was pounding and telling me, DON'T. STOP. IT'S BAD. IT'S WRONG. I reached rock bottom, and it hurt. I knew I had to do something. Out of desperation, I tried thinking what to do.
I don't remember where I had this information in my brain, but I searched for GYE's website. I reached out to the moderators in the chat and made my plea for help. They contacted me, and we were communicating via email for a while. I went to learn in yeshiva in EY a few months later and bh didn't have access, however I was still very much struggling with M.
Oh, I almost forgot. I have been struggling/suffering with anxiety and depression since about the age of 10. I was having a very rough childhood and teenage years. Oh, and my father was very sick and almost died. I was a broken thing, which led me to M, which broke me even more, which led to even more M, which broke me even more, etc. I went to many therapists over the years but didn't even have the courage to share my little dark secret with them. Even now, as I write this, my emotions are still boiling.
At the age of 19, I had a pretty decent summer with little falls. I had a satisfying job and was busy BH. Right after the summer I bh got engaged. The year after came COVID... I was struggling with M. But I bh managed to stay away from P. A few months before my wedding date, I finally shared my secret with my therapist. He was supportive and tried to help me. I managed to stay clean for about a year. During that year, I bh got married and thought that, wow, marriage does seem to solve this... (Though, I was having a very hard time with my wife... Some actions brought on terrible guilty feelings... ואכהמ"ל).
During my clean year, I was slowly turning into a dry drunk, fantasizing but watching not to fall, etc. A few weeks after my wife gave birth to our oldest child, I was home alone, and without any thoughts, I found myself acting out. DAMN, I FELL... I didn't know how to deal with this. My up-and-down spiral started again.
A year later, the recipe for disaster happened. I lost my job, was home alone, and found a breach in my filter. My KOSHER phone now had open Internet. I fell and fell and fell. I was depressed, couldn't sleep nor wake up... Going through months of hell.
After a few months of being in the P and M hell, I have yet again reached rock bottom. My therapist put an ultimatum that if I don't reach out for some real help, he's gonna drop me. Having no choice and feeling rock bottom again, I reached out to GYE and shared that this time, I'm ready to work and am in desperate need of help. I was directed to the EMT first responder of GYE: HHM. He gave me his time and did a30 30-day challenge/reward with me. I also set myself up with another accountability and support partner, and BH passed the challenge. The ride wasn't easy. It was painful, but I bh succeeded.
We did another 30-day streak, and I reached 60 days clean, then 90, 180, 365, and even 750 days clean. I was on top of the world... However, at about 650 days, I went through a lot of changes in my life and experienced a lot of stress. I felt like I was able to lose my streak. I was fighting, trying to hold on, crying, and asking for help. However, no one seemed to believe me; everyone was just telling me to be so happy and proud of my streak and stay strong. I knew that I was about to fall, yet I tried holding onto my streak...
Part 2 will follow