DarkAries
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Greetings!
Apart from my ranting, its been seven moths since I started porn detox, this is about 5th time of starting the damn thing again. It always goes a bit better, but life is just soooooo gray and lifeless. Sure, its mostly because I also cutted out screentime, xbox, went to gym a lot more, trying letting my ego go and advance as a person, so I dont just endure this shit, but fuck if Im not devoid of happiness! This supposed to be freedom, but it feels like being castrated or euthanized, being my instincts and wills denied. I feel like Im not myself, just something that mimicing how I used to live and goes day by day. Not helping that my job is super boring. A part of me just wants bloodshed and destruction and feeling alive, not just doing a pointless routine in a sterile and gray world.
Im worried that there might be no reward. No compensation. I thought if I clean myself enough, if I deny enough shit from myself, the "colors" would return to my life - that I’d finally get the peace or the power or the health I "earned." Life feels just empty. There are a few good moment, maybe even good hours, but each cost a month of slow monotoneity.
Also, Im not sure if I can try this, with t1d(and a few gallstones) fasting would be russian roulette.
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To write it out raw, "I did so very much for so long, where is my fucking payout for this!?" and I dont know what to answer for this or how to change this mentality, if its no longer useful, since if theres no justice and reciveing for your actions, then whats the point of doing anything!
Apart from my ranting, its been seven moths since I started porn detox, this is about 5th time of starting the damn thing again. It always goes a bit better, but life is just soooooo gray and lifeless. Sure, its mostly because I also cutted out screentime, xbox, went to gym a lot more, trying letting my ego go and advance as a person, so I dont just endure this shit, but fuck if Im not devoid of happiness! This supposed to be freedom, but it feels like being castrated or euthanized, being my instincts and wills denied. I feel like Im not myself, just something that mimicing how I used to live and goes day by day. Not helping that my job is super boring. A part of me just wants bloodshed and destruction and feeling alive, not just doing a pointless routine in a sterile and gray world.
Im worried that there might be no reward. No compensation. I thought if I clean myself enough, if I deny enough shit from myself, the "colors" would return to my life - that I’d finally get the peace or the power or the health I "earned." Life feels just empty. There are a few good moment, maybe even good hours, but each cost a month of slow monotoneity.
Also, Im not sure if I can try this, with t1d(and a few gallstones) fasting would be russian roulette.
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To write it out raw, "I did so very much for so long, where is my fucking payout for this!?" and I dont know what to answer for this or how to change this mentality, if its no longer useful, since if theres no justice and reciveing for your actions, then whats the point of doing anything!