Guys, I am in my early twenties and I have to share a sad truth with you. I’ve fallen back into binge-eating for hours on end while mindlessly watching porn, wasting time on porn subreddits, and chatting with strangers like some naive simp. Just a moment ago, I was chatting with some random girl. And as I was talking to her, she immediately noticed that I was venting to her about being a loser and my struggles with relationships with women. I can’t blame her for anything; she acted fairly. But it really hits me how bad things are with me I feel like a different person around some people; I feel broken. A week ago, I wrote a post about my biggest relapse I binge-ate for four days. Today, I’ve been binge-eating for just one day, and I’m already sick of it. Fuck. I’m sick of this addiction this fucking shit is worse, worse than I thought. I’m crying again at least this forum is meant for me to vent here. It’s human, but it hurts like hell; I feel an awful mental weight. Did I fall even lower today than last time? I don’t think so; today I’m even more convinced that I need support and have to give up everything to fully recover. Physically, I’m fine, I’m doing the basics like meditation and a lot really, a lot of other things; I’ve been lifting weights and running, and I even keep in touch with my loved ones from time to time. But behind this physical facade, the person who, from the outside, seems happy and healthy, lies my inner self, who is mentally at rock bottom and experiencing a sadness I’ve never felt before in my life. I’m crying as I listen to sad music and write this; I’m not pretending, tears are streaming down my face.
I burst into tears and I’m still crying like a child. I’m begging God or whatever for help; I’m not exaggerating, these are just words, but behind them is me, in the flesh. I know that real emotions are real, no matter how strange that sounds. They hurt like hell, damn it. But I want to find true peace and stop wandering. I’ve been wandering for many years, suppressing my emotions; I’m not my true self, even though I want to be..., it hurts. Fuck. I want to change myself for the better and give the world the best of myself. I want to help, in whatever way I can, those who are experiencing emotional pain and loneliness, whenever I’m ready to do so. I know that a person has to start with themselves. That’s me, I’m crying like a baby, I’ve got snot running down my nose, my face is wet from crying, and I’m blowing my nose into a handkerchief. Sorry for the details. It’s stupid, but I’ve fallen back into self-destructive behavior I’ve barely eaten anything, slept about two hours, haven’t washed, and have been living on the edge but I don’t want to watch porn at all anymore. I’m going to delete everything related to it; I’ll try. I’ll try to take care of myself, the day isn’t over yet. But the loneliness, the lack of understanding, the anger, and the feeling of being misunderstood have hit me really hard. Now I’ve calmed down a bit. I long for a real life, a real relationship, and to discover and experience these difficult emotions without suppressing them any further. All of this happened after my last 6 days of abstinence. Thank you for reading.
TL;DR: Basically, I hit second worst day as someone addicted to technology and pornography. Today, I went through a very intense bout of crying and self-loathing. And I’m sharing this here so I don’t keep it bottled up inside me, even just a little. Thank you.