So I'm quite possibly starting a journal with the apostrophe in the title incorrectly placed, but we have much bigger issues to deal with here than punctuation.
Actually, that made me smile, which is good, because the defining emotion of the day for me has been depression. Lately I haven't gone more than a few minutes without thinking about this battle and its importance. The other night I went to sleep feeling, for the first time since childhood, that it would be OK for me to look God in the face. But in the last 24 hours I've become more and more aware of the damage I've done to myself and others, and it depresses me. I've come to realize for the first time that the emotional aloneness I felt as a boy was not normal or good. I was not abused. I was not neglected. Let's just say everyone did what they could, but I felt from a young age that it was just safest and wisest for me to be emotionally independent. If anyone came inside, that came with expectations rigidly insisted upon, and if those expectations weren't met, there would be an argument or you had to leave. But most of the time, I just didn't expect much from people and didn't ask much. Not much surprise that sexuality then became something that could be distant - curious, fun, pleasurable, occasionally intimate, but just as easily a plaything. In an imperfect world, you use things for the good they can supply, then discard them and move on, right? That's dangerous thinking on a subtle level. I became a user. A user of P in place of intimacy. And eventually a user of casual dating. I had no anger toward women, no ill will at all, I just simply didn't expect much from the girls I dated except a few laughs and sx. I would think little of charming them, getting what I wanted, and then fading away.
All of this is now being reviewed by me in a whole new light. And it's depressing. I recall a friend years ago telling me that I was hurting my soul and it would eventually catch up with me. I considered him overly religious, and myself a pragmatic guy. He was right, I was wrong. I'm now married to a wonderful woman with a wonderful family. I love my family, but I can't help but wonder what I'd be like if I had grown up in hers, so close and affectionate. She does not know about my PA. But perhaps it is her goodness rubbing off on me that has contributed to me finally raising my standards, calling a spade a spade, and saying that this bs I've been doing on the side is just not OK. I've tried to quit dozens of times, and thought I was real strong there a few times, but it never lasted more than two weeks. Weakness always had a way of out-wrestling me, leading to horrible self-hate. But no more. My dedication is stronger, my sense of purpose is clearer, my techniques are smarter, and my practice is daily. I will win.
But today, I'm depressed. Yesterday I read the thread These Women Hate You - These Women Hate You-Part 1 - and it made me realize that even though I wasn't buying P (instead viewing free things online), I'm still contributing to the page count and supporting these awful, horrible sites. I'm doing more damage to those suffering people - women AND men (those men will suffer too, they just may not know it yet). I'm a class A hypocrite and jerk (I'm self-editing harsher language here). And I kept myself for TWENTY YEARS from fully being the man I was supposed to be. I wasn't an all-bad man, I did a lot of good and was square to anyone I met face-to-face, but the duplicity is the full reality, and I have certainly stunted myself.
And so I'm depressed, which is unexpected. I guess I expected the high of the first day clean to last forever. Nope. I'm merely waking up from the war and surveying the damage, and realizing rebuilding is going to take a long, long time. There are parts of me I need to work on that I'm sure I'm not even aware of yet. That's OK. One good thing about growing up independent - work doesn't scare you. So while I'm depressed, it's not a hopeless depression, it's not a depression that makes me want to hide in P. It's an honest, natural depression. If anyone else has gone through that, I'd like to hear about it.
I'm so glad I found this community. Unfortunately, I think there are hundreds of thousands of others out there who need it as much as I do, but will never even try to find their way here. May God have mercy on us all, and may I have the strength to be the man He intended me to be.
































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