Hi all! My name is Rob, or call me ‘W2BB’ or ‘Better’, or whatever you like. I’m in my 20s, from USA, single and always have been, I like reading, listening to music and poems, jogging and lifting weights. I’m an addict. And I suppose I’m still new enough to post here, even though I didn’t do so initially.
This is the sixth day since I decided to get clean. Unlike past periods of sobriety, this time I’ve been keeping a journal. But over these last days I’ve lost a bit of the sense of urgency and desperation that brought me here, perhaps because I’m a bit manic and I’ve been feeling good, perhaps also because there’s a voice inside me saying ‘You, an addict? That’s a bit of an over-reaction, no? Just come enjoy. Take a break. Any time.’ Well, I’m not going to listen to that voice. I’m laying everything down right here so that it’s clear where I stand. I want porn out of my life. I will not stoop to it again, I will not compromise with it, I will not succumb to the fears that push me into its embrace.
- Firstly, I declare upon it war without quarter.
- Secondly, I rally what is left of my soul, and I prepare for combat, for ambush, for deception, for frustration, for trial. I am at the flame.
- Thirdly, I ask of God, if I be wounded in the battle, that He carry me through.
And I am afraid. Beyond words can say, beyond tears could express, beyond screams, I am inarticulately terrified. It is only now that I comprehend that courage is not possible without fear. I comprehend that courage is rare. That it is difficult. That in every moment and always will remain the doubt that I might not find it in me. Minute by minute, triumph by triumph, wound by wound, I will have to carry on the fight anyway, not knowing whether ultimately I will win -- knowing only which side is right, and which is wrong, and for that reason alone to carry on, to seek for courage, and by endurance to conquer.
I want this really badly. I want to be better.
































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