Does this define me? Kinda a vent
I read a lot of posts on reddit about love and porn addiction, I seem to bounce around in my head about it. No matter how much effort I put into change and being the difference will my actions and shortcomings will always define me?
I didn't choose this addiction and I wish I had the strength to stop long ago. I had always wanted to but I didn't know how or where to start fully. It was hard to reach out for support in the fear of being seen as a loser or disgusting. So hiding it and lying just waiting for a day where you feel you could take it down for good, where you didn't hate yourself as much as you always had.
I hate how as a kid I had a friend who introduced it to me without me even knowing what it was, my parents knew I was looking at it but thought it was normal, even laughing at what I looked at in front of some other family members. It made more sense to hide it because people will laugh and see you as disgusting, but it was normal enough to let it continue, because they would've stopped you right?.
The times get harder and you hate yourself more and more and more, but you get that escape and that dopamine so you don't even feel really anything, its all just so numb but you can handle it. You pick yourself up and graduate high school, you get a job, and you find someone that you finally connect with fully more than anyone else, you share your secrets, your loves, your fears, and you show that ugly part of you that you were always scared of showing. They accept you, they point out how you should fix that, you try and do it because this person means so much to you and you want to be on that level. But you fall back into that age old cycle of fear and hiding.
Every time you hate yourself more and more but you messed up and feel backwards. They'll hate you like you hate yourself, they'll be disgusted of who you are. You've failed at everything so far and thats all they will see. You're irratable all the time and everything seems so frustrating, you want to do things but a little hand pulls your heart back. But one day you see that you can do it, the route is clear. You are succeeding and you are feeling more connected with her and you are putting in that effort to be there as you for her. You stop, you do the research and vow to change for yourself. You shed that ugly side off and tell the truth. But this time you get the reaction you always feared.
You get the support of your family after almost just giving up everything. You get the support of your friends, people don't see you for that ugly side. You learn to love yourself, and you learn that you can let people in. Everyone is there for you and you want to do the same for them. You talk with friends on struggles and how grateful you are for them. You spend more time with family instead of hiding away. You enjoy those hobbies and working out.
But the person you love the most barely even sees you as a person. They feign support and act like they want to be around you still. They are alone and you want to help them like they helped you. So you put your effort into getting them support and trying to help her. But thats wrong and not your decision to make, she doesn't want help. You hurt her more and you hate yourself for it, you try and find solutions and help her but she doesn't want that.
So now its out of your hands, just enjoy life without the addiction taking hold. Spend each day missing her and wanting to be there for her and wanting to live that life that we both wanted to live. Just keep walking, and being proud of the person you are now. But still, could someone love a person who had this addiction? The person who knows me the best couldn't, and how could someone else in the future ever hear about this and accept that you changed? No one would ever take a chance on that unless you lie, but I don't want to be a liar ever again. If I'm barely seen as person to her, even if I'd work as hard as I can to take accountability and reassure her that it makes sense to feel that way, that I wont ever do that again to anyone, that I could be the most truthful person on Earth, why is it hard to believe that I'm not a bad person?
I'm still the same person, I still love the things I love, I still have the same quirks, the same preferences, I still have the same mannuerisms and hopes and dreams. She said she loved all of those parts of me, and I love to just share myself with her. I loved hearing about her interests, she appreciated a lot of things in life. She loved nature and the beauty of it. I loved hiking with her and just exploring. She loved late night calls where we just sat there and talked about random things. She didn't read often but she loved these little book nooks that were really pretty. Her arts and crafts skill although she wasn't proud of it always melt my heart when I look at them. She loved to dance and every concert we went to she would get annoyed that no one was dancing. She loved love stories and wanted love like that, and I always wanted to be better so I could do that for her. Farm games like Stardew Valley, she loved Minecraft and I wish I made that world we could play together on. Sweet treats after a relaxing and watching shows. We are both big foodies. Going out and finding fun things to do. Its once the sky is clear from this pornography addiction I want to do all of these the most, where honesty and authenticity wants to scream the loudest and I want to take this girl around the world and show her that i could love her the most. I can't really forgive myself for lying and I know to most people I'll be seen as a loser, for letting this happen, that I wanted to be stuck in this cycle and its easy to stop. It's weird how unreported or unknown this is to most people, we aren't even able to find the means to stop.
I hate this pornography addiction, I've been strong against it and I don't ever want to not be strong. I'm so glad that I took the steps I did as young as I did because I don't want to be trapped. 1 month and 2 weeks and 3 days going strong. I really hope this doesn't define me and it hurts that to others it can define me. I don't want to be stuck behind in hurt and feeling like a victim of the addiction.