Porn addiction has eaten away at me for the past half decade, ruining my spiritual life every three days or so. Sending me off to tears every three days or so. Sending me into a spiral of self admiration, pride, and wondering why I deserve the good things that come with abstaining even for a little while
I live life like a non believer! As long as an impulse goes
Part of me says, you can always repent later! But in the moment I refuse to see this is the most damning thing possible. All concern for my salvation is cast aside and I emerge from the moment unable to defend why I should draw further breath. I have become entirely diseased, more disrepair than man.
I want to hang my head and say, all the same, “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a pervert anymore, etc” but I am not so innocent! My sin is astronomical. I quickly relapse on porn some days ago, calmly and firmly resolve not to stress unwarranted, simply to try henceforth. I never tried, truly, I think. Here I am listening to…. I know we don’t usually discuss what’s what, but I’ll say it. bdsm hypno on youtube for an hour, and I get interrupted by a family member coughing loudly after choking on something, I distress and get rid of everything, also inside myself, get back to bed and immediately return to evil thoughts as I repeat “I’m sorry” again and again, and this is not the worst thing I’ve done in recent history. The natural order is obscured, there are times everything reminds me of the perverted pathways I have laid. Perverted reasoning, which I KNOW obstructs the truth, yet I can’t see the truth. I block out any image or thought of goodness, out of fear of perverting it in my eyes, too.
I have become so slothful and negligent in my religious life that the smallest things are obstacles for me, I barely get anything done. I refuse to pray, or fill my life with Christian things, for I get FEARFUL I lose my zeal for them by emerging from such a lowly and frustrated moment to run to them. I feel I couldn’t face the Icons after what I’ve done, and I continue to, even as I wake up the next day, and just live life like anyone….
I’ve not even been baptised yet. How many of you can say in any way you’re glad you haven’t been baptised yet? For if I was,
for if I already was, I wouldn’t have the hope of the end of this person I carry and am today. How would you feel knowing that you would go to hell, today, if it were up to you, and you were to die? I am usually far more scrupulous - but all there is to cope escapes me. There is not a song in the world, a sentence to describe, not a suffering available to me now to pay, I feel, and this is the thousandth time I’ve felt this way. More and more moments I feel the struggle, the call, the glimpses into the natural world of glorification and goodness and light, which I currently am aware of entirely escapes me and will continue to escape me… more and more I find myself in situations where I know, should I not have sinned, something would be occurring, a realization on my path, a precious moment in time, an opportunity to praise, or cultivate something, or remember back, or anything. I sound vague - but I am in pain.
How do you do it? How do you cope? I can’t dignify my existence. I am ruined, I’ve given myself tics, nervous system damage trying to ache my way through somehow - show, somehow, I care, I’ll repent - I am the man who has recieved the most gifts in the whole world, and I have wasted every second of my life during the day all this time. I do not mean to despair, but I do certainly mean to ask - what can I do? As you may take away, I don’t lie when I say, I can’t take it anymore! Lord have mercy upon me, the sinner.