I think Dove and I will get through this.
Well, scratch that.
Dove and I had a good couple of nights. I thought we were beginning to move past this. I had a post about half-written today, looking forward to the future, dealing with recovery in the context of relationship — something I never thought I would be able to deal with — about trust, and intimacy, and fidelity.
But tonight we had another blow-up, and I’m more afraid for us than I’ve ever been before. Please pray for us: we need a healing.
So I’m back again. I was blogging here under a different name some months ago, but that name was rather unkind to myself and a rejection of the hope I cling to. I also was too graphic, I’m afraid, in my posts, gave too much personal detail, and rather allowed myself to gloat in my sin, rather than pursue the purpose for which I intend to blog: to give an account of my struggle with sexual addiction, as a young man and Catholic Christian who believes the grace of Christ can set me free.
I’m not quite sure how often I’ll blog or what I’ll share, but I feel the need to pour myself out again, to let out these words and feelings that boil beneath the surface. If anyone happens to find my blog, you are welcome to read and follow along, and I pray I will find encouragement and healing here.