Pornography: Are You Serious about Suicide?

As you read every word of her story, you will be moved by the reality of life and death.

 “To live a life half dead, a living death”

—John Milton.

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TAKE A HELPING HAND

She remembered Milton’s quote.

She isolated herself in the bedroom.

She would wash down the pills with alcohol.  She raised the bottle.

Tears flowed, “I hate my ….”

The phone rang.

Hearing the tone in her voice, her friend said, “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll be right over!”

Her promiscuity began when she loss control of her drinking.  Life became an illusion.

Her sex and alcohol addictions plunged her into a state of apathy and then anxiety and depression.

She remembered the times when she laughed, cried, danced, sang, rested, traveled, enjoyed favorite hobbies, talked and walked with friends.  Now, she isolated herself from everything.

The thought of death haunted her.

The doorbell ranged and heard footsteps running up the stairs.

They talked for hours.

“Honey, you may want to go to SAA meetings along with AA.”

Going online, they found the phone number of her friend’s therapist.

“Call her. Tell her I referred you.”

She took the first step and made the call.

Meditation

Psalms 65   

Published by: curepornaddiction

In the year 1971 I became a store manager at age 19. I discovered I had a gift for mentoring. I gave one on one coaching, instruction and teaching with ease. And, I loved it. However, I had a problem that held me back from achieving my full potential. I was addicted to porn. When I was going through my puberty years in life, I found pornography (adult magazines) in my Dad's closet. I was hooked. I had my ups and downs throughout my life: Ups, when I was off of porn and using my gift: and, Downs, when I was using porn. Porn captured my attention, holding me back. I found the secrets to breaking free from porn. Like anyone else, I have to work at keeping my emotions positive, every day, to stay free. Limiting emotions--fear, doubt, hate, lust, sloth, pride, any emotion that kills joy. Joy is the ultimate weapon against porn. You have it; porn loses its hold on you. I dedicate this blog to those who are looking for ways to end pornography in their life. To Your Peace, Power and Plenty, Dale P.S. The picture above is not me. The photo represents all families free from pornography.

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9 thoughts on “Pornography: Are You Serious about Suicide?”

      1. I am grateful for the great woman my life. We are so different, but I think that is the reason that I was led to her! I am also appreciating poetry. Keep me posted on how the poetry course goes. Thanks,
        Dale

      2. I’m really excited about the course. I never called myself a poet, because I viewed poets as princes among men, and I would not have had the confidence to sign up if it hadn’t been for the generous feedback I have recieved. People now tell me that I AM a poet! so I want to learn my craft. It’s really exciting.
        Jane

      3. I envy you. My wife wants nothing to do with my problem. She has told me it’s my issue to deal with. There are times I want to end everything just to escape the bondage

  1. This is a tough issue. Society permeates with addiction and immediate gratification. For most, it is a daily struggle with one or more addictions. In order to keep the rodents in my head at bay, I pray, read, write, and try to stay in the moment. Eckart Tolle’s book, Now, is an excellent read.

    This is a tricky problem that is real tough to accept and deal with. My wife is not the most supportive person either because of her own insecurities.

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