I can’t believe I’ve made it this far. Feeling a bit down for some reason. It’s weird. When you forsake something like that has been a part of your life for years you can feel like you’ve betrayed a part of yourself. Right? Even though it’s not true, it shows how addictive **** is. And how emanaring it is. It’s like killing a part of yourself. And that part must die so that true life may be allowed to flourish and not be strangled by this poisonous vine.
I completely understand the feeling, there’s that emptiness. It reminds me of my childhood purity, and how I filled my day and made myself happy without PMO. As you mentioned, it brings up that fascinating goal of not only defeating our addiction, but transforming ourselves.
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