Dealing with porn issues is not for the faint of heart.
In 2002, I began a journey to deal with my motives, conflicts with, and addiction to viewing naked folk. My marriage had tanked, my self-worth was crap, and I had lost all passion for life. I was miserable.
Here we are years later, I’m still delving into the rational behind this drive.
Since then, I’ve experience years of sobriety mixed with moments of lapse. Those times of lapse are the invitations into my pain.
Questions arise:
“Am I coping with anxiety?”
“Am I stressed right now?”
“Do I feel self-destructive?”
“Have I come this far just to fall back in?”
Diving into these arenas of my heart is not easy. It’s riddled with complexity and humility. I’m anguished sometimes at how in makes me feel so…naked. All too ironic.
At every level, my pride, self-perceptions, and spiritual understanding continue to transform. The deeper I allow myself to investigate, the more resolve I have to yield to this process.
Fortunately, I have my wife to talk about this stuff, to communicate things so revealing. She’s transcended her personal aspects of the topic – making the conversation about “my stuff”, not hers. She doesn’t condemn or get repulsed by my confession. In fact, her lack of propensity to porn gives her objectivity and insight that inspires me to dig even deeper.
I’m convinced that porn is in an arena where most men feel trapped…many women too. It’s gritty, embarrassing, shameful, secretive, addictive, and destructive. For me, it took mustering up every ounce of courage to finally start talking about it, dealing with it. I needed moxie, cojones, and guts! No more fear, I have to be bold.
Ultimately, this boldness revealed greater confidence and power than porn ever stole from me. I see things more clearly, attack issues more severely. I refuse to back down or grow timid. My life is established in character. My heart in integrity. I am more open and honest with my self than I’ve ever been before.
This is liberty.
William Wallace (Braveheart) would call it “Freeeedooooom!!!!”
In full transparency, I’m not on my own. I whole-heartedly believe the grace of God is bringing about the stronger and better man I know that I am. His ability increases in me is in direct proportion to the amount of me I yield.































