Just to get
it out of the way, I’ve experienced a lapse on the porn and coke. I’m not
crying over spilled milk, however, and jumping straight back into the saddle. I
don’t know what happened, one minute I was happy eating a mixed grill in the
pub, and the next moment I was in the loop shop perusing the DVDs. Without thinking
too much about it I purchased 3 for £60, then went home, neglecting my
scheduled art class, and scored. The porn was absolutely rubbish and I woke up
today wanting to stay in bed with half a tear in my eye. Those familiar waves
of depression started to try and roll over me but I nipped them in the bud double-smart
quick-time and got myself out to a therapy group. As of now, I am extremely
disappointed but refusing to get down about it. I’m not saying that I don’t
have a conscience; regret and shame and guilt are never very far away, rumbling
around in the deep chambers of the psyche, but I humbly deny and refute the
effects which arise from wallowing in that melee of self-pity and doubt.
I still have
my Love and God. These are absolutely imperative to my survival at the moment.
I’ve only just discovered them. I’m an infant Christian, and succeeding at
recovery can take many years. Not everybody does it, this ‘disease’, as they
call it, steals and claims many lives. I’m thankful to be here and still be
breathing. Breathing is the main part. The trick is to keep doing it. Plus, I have issues now with even calling
myself an addict. So many addicts self-define themselves by that very title. I’m
not a straight-head all the time, so what? Who doesn’t like getting off their
tits now and again? It might be in my nature to embark on sprees of self-ruin;
I might have that addictive self-destructive gene that is super almost
impossible to shake off. But I will NEVER give up trying. Like I was saying, it’s
just a case of getting straight back into the saddle and politely asking God
for forgiveness before starting all over again.
“Dear God, please forgive me of my
sins. It is not me who commits them, but the sinful members which live within
me. I believe that Jesus Christ is your Son and that you raised him from the
dead. I believe I am a good person aside from my addiction. And I believe that
you will restore me to sanity in your own time. Amen.”
Thanks for
sticking with me throughout this crippling affliction. I hope I’ve not
depressed you too much. On a brighter note, I’m back in the dating game and
batting the birds away. I’m about to have a drink with Antonia again, and I had
Vicky around the other day. I’m realistically confident about beating this
addiction foe one day very soon, everybody I’ve met says it takes time, so I’ll
stick to my guns and not give up. All the very best, A.