28 days clean • published 2 weeks ago
I’m 25 now. It started when I was 16 — just curiosity at first. A few clicks here and there, a search late at night. No one talked about it openly, and back then, it didn’t feel like a big deal. But slowly, without realizing it, I built a habit. A daily ritual. Then multiple times a day. It became my escape — from stress, from loneliness, from boredom.
I told myself it was harmless. Everyone does it, right? But over the years, I started noticing the effects. I felt more isolated. My motivation dipped. My relationships — or chances of having real ones — suffered. There were moments I felt ashamed but couldn’t stop. It was like being trapped in something invisible. Something I couldn’t fully admit was a problem.
It wasn’t just about quitting porn. It was about reclaiming my time, my mind, and my emotions. About facing emotions I’d been avoiding for years. I’m still in the process of quitting — some days are better than others. But I’m not where I was. I’ve started learning how to sit with discomfort instead of escaping it. I’ve found people who understand. I’m working on healing the parts of myself I ignored for so long.
This isn’t a story with a clean ending — not yet. But it’s a real one. I’m choosing freedom, one day at a time. And that matters.