How do you picture your porn addiction?

I just picture as a pathetic powerless being that thinks it still has control over me but doesn't know I have taken my life back from under its arms.. It is afraid of me now it knows I am going to live him behind.

 

I love your posts, man. They are always so thought-provoking.

I see my addiction as very ridiculous at this point. I have lately been comparing it to a child scratching at a scab even though he knows better. Cant'... stop... itching. Or maybe it's more like a mosquito bite that never goes away. Either way it's just pointless to keep itching, otherwise you'll tear your skin... literally. I even had a dream recently where I jerked off so hard that I tore my skin and it was horribly painful. Luckily I haven't gotten to that point in real life. What's it all worth? Temporary pleasure? It's funny to think that humans are so aware of our condition, and what is good for us, but at the same time we are nothing more than animals and are driven by the same primal instincts.

 

A shapeshifting parasite, very adaptable. It can become indistinguishable from being dead but even when it doesn't have the strength to do ANYthing it is still there in hibernation mode.

 

I see it as a some what of a distraction like the news media(but much worse) always telling me that the only goodness and sweet of life is just fucking women and objectifiying them. It is so unfortunate and sad that it came up to a decision to stop watching porn that I realized that there is more to life than just fucking. I still have to remember this even being 2 years porn free.

 

A Dementor form, from hary potter

sucked my benefit as i relapse

 

Thats a really good analogy

 

Jerking off in a dark room, watching someone else live out my fantasies (or at least pretend to)

 

Similar to @FellatiousD I think, an annoying but persistent itch, something that looks and seems small and ridiculous but that is always there, that I need to constantly distract myself from.

Sometimes I see it as something that is deep inside me like a fever, draining me of energy and dragging me back. Something that takes enormous effort not to let it completely overpower me.

 

I picture it as a huge demon behind me with its hands holding my shoulders,its claws piercing my flesh.

 

I know this is NoFap and all, but this sounds like the beginning to some kind of dirty fantasy. Sorry for ruining it.

 

Great descriptions, I see it as the tunnel of lust. It beckons and torments, and pleads and promises. It's a fiery demon if you don't fight it and just let it take over. One second away from giving in if you let it in the door.

 

I guess it can feel like a demon to some, but it's really just a simple psychology-driven thing. But the more we do it the worse we feel. Like scratching the same spot on your skin over and over - at first it does nothing, but eventually you have scratched down to the bone.

 

I picture my addiction as an evil being sitting on a throne and smiling every time I relapse, as to show that it owns me.

 

A psychic parasite that returns for regular feedings, but only when my level of presence/consciousness is low.