I feel like an artist that has so much inside themselves but stares at a blank canvas not sure where to start. Actually artist is not a very good analigy. I am in fact a sex addict, something of which I have been trying to reason with for a very long time. I have left a number of hurt people in my path of destruction...99% of whom I can never apologize too because one, I can't remember their names or two, I've simply lost touch with them. More often than not I would just disappear to leave them wondering what happened or it was anomynous sex to begin with. I've probably been a sex addict since I was twenty years old or so...certainly had a better chance of an easier recovery back then than now. I recently took some online tests that my therapist provided allowing a detailed sketch of my inner sanctum...my brain. I was kind of shocked when he told me that on a scale of one through twenty a normal person would average two to three; I scored a sixteen.
Over the years my "drug" of choice has changed thanks to the internet. I used to laugh when I heard someone doesn't use computers...how I wish I was one of those. It started with magazines, strip club (with a fake i.d. I was in the clubs before I was even out of high school), videos, pornography of any kind, anonymous sex, and most recently escorts. Thankfully the money I've spent on escorts pales in comparison to some of my fellow brothers I've spoken with in the last six months or so. My behavior has caused infidelity in a nearly three year relationship. I currently struggle with fantasy and that has caused the desire for anonymous sex. I've rediscovered my relationship with god and that feels good. Something I've struggled with for as long as the addiction. There is much more to be said that fits between the lines here but I needed to start journaling and get it out there.
































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