Today is ten days since I last watched porn. It's usually around this time that I start forgetting why I need to stop.
This time is different, because this time I'm dealing with stress and anxiety in a way I never thought existed. Last night, I was sitting on the couch, having a mini freakout. My wife sat down beside me and tried to comfort me. Everything she did made my heart race faster. I guess she realized that, because she asked if she should leave me, but being the people pleaser I am, I said no. EEEEEEHHH! Wrong answer. At one point, I felt like jumping up and screaming as loud as I could. It took all of my self-control to remain seated.
I have a laundry list of things I need to do. Watching porn isn't on it, but my brain thinks it is and that it's top priority. It's the one thing that makes everything else disappear. Seemingly so.
I need to work on this. I have to learn how to handle stress. Every time I watch porn, I kick the can down the road.
Now is a good time to continue working.