Well, I've fallen. Can I get up?
I was so excited this past Shabbos as I hit 22.5 days - a full quarter of the 90! In my mind I applied a trick I'd used when I used to run long distances, which I call 'Rov Rov'. I know that once I've reached the halfway mark, I can survive the second half. Since I'm only concerned with only half the distance, when I reach the quarter mark, I feel confident about finishing the first half, which means I should be able to finish the whole thing. As I'm often told - I think too much.
Anyway, on the same Thursday that I hit 3 weeks, my Rov told me we should go ahead with the divorce. My emotions and thoughts were all over the place for the next few days, naturally. I didn't resort to my drug right away, and when I did, it came in a new form.
TRIGGER ALERT!
Below I'm going to describe my fall. If you can be triggered or tempted by other people's experiences, please stop reading.
I decided that since I was being unjustly dismissed from my marriage (sickness talking), I might as well try to find a new lady friend to spend time with. Having no idea how to do this, and seeking some pretty immediate gratification, I turned to online personals. First, I just wanted someone to hang out with, go out with, etc. (or so I told myself). Soon I was moving from 'platonic' to 'relationship' to 'casual encounters', and stopped reading the ad titles and just started looking for pictures. I had some awareness of what I was doing, even realized I was blowing my '90', but somehow I justified and said it didn't count. I thought I would just pretend it didn't happen, and everything would be fine. Yeah, right.
The next morning I woke with new resolve. I was grateful for the chizuk emails that assured me that the struggle, even with a fall, has value. I just needed to get back on track again. I said Modeh Ani with feeling - HaShem believes in me! And I'm grateful for that! In the morning I was full of hope, but there was this huge little problem - I wanted to give up the images and the masturbation, but I didn't want to give up the possibility of meeting the real women.
I'm still struggling with this. There's a voice in my head that insists it will be okay. First of all, nothing will probably come of it. If something does happen, it'll be NSA, and won't last - I'll have some fun, some comfort, and then get back to trying to be clean and get myself healthy for a future marriage. I deserve this! I need this! After all, I'm a man, and it's been years... As long as I stick with the reval people, and stay away from the images, it's okay. So sayeth the one voice.
The other voice asks, 'Why did you stumble?' Because you strayed from what was working. It's not about white-knuckle sobriety, it's about surrender of will to Hashem. Even pursuing mere 'friendships' with women is NOT what Hashem wants from me, and I know it. A few weeks ago I thought I surrendered my will to Hashem. Well, it looks like I've taken it back. I am not going to be healthy until I give it up again.
I can recognize the insanity of what I'm doing, but I haven't stopped it yet. I was going to write, "I can't stop", but I don't know if that's true. Maybe that's just an excuse so I don't have to. Part of me wants to stop. Part of me wants to continue.
I've reached a compromise which I know isn't healthy. I'm not going back to the classifieds, but I'm continuing with the emails with the women I've contacted. I can't just blow them off, can I? Of course, if I cared about my marriage, that's exactly what I would do. Maybe politely, but firmly and irrevocably. So, maybe there's no marriage to save - but what about my relationship with Hashem? What about saving my own life?