Low_Key_zone
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My parents have always been good for me when i was a child, but when i became an adult, things started to go downhill...
I've first discovered this addiction at the age of 8, because of a friend of mine that pushed me towards it.
Everytime i'm on a relapse: i lock myself in my room, sleep late at night, eat junk food, ignore the people around me, indulge into instant gratification...
You can see that this is nothing more than a storm of madness that gets bigger as the time goes.
The most scary thing about this is that my parents don't even know that i'm addicted! Let me explain:
I'm sure you've also experienced that shame, that unrelenting feeling of avoiding being caught during the bad habit. I feel that constantly.
Everytime i'm on a relapse, i do a series of methods to prevent people from catching me doing it, the only thing that escapes from my control is the mood change.
Of couse we get more irritable after a relapse and i wouldn't be any different. Everytime i indulge into my addiction, i start mistreating the people around me and the only people that are with me at the time are my parents.
They notice when i get angry, but they have no clue that i'm like that because of an addiction. Last year, they actually thought i was crazy and sent me to the therapist.
After six months of therapy, trying to discover the source of my addiction, i'm actually left with nothing but a sense of bitterness because not even therapy could help me.
After i got into this descending spiral of addiction my parents got cold and indifferent. They're still on my life and they help me sometimes, but it's as if i was all alone and by myself.
Sometimes, when i have an argument with them, i actually resort to those dirty websites as a way to cope with those fights, so this became a maladaptive coping mechanism.
It's strange because, i resort to pleasure as a way to deal with my parents, but then i start feeling worse and treat my parents bad so that they retaliate by confronting me and it makes me feel sad so i resort to pleasure, then i get worse and treat them bad and they treat me bad too...
And it goes on and on, over and over again...
There was a point of my life that i felt so bad that i actually asked my therapist to check if i had depression. All i can remember is a botomless pit of despair and helplessness.
All of that happened because of this addiction and even nowadays, i couldn't break free from it.
Please, if you have any tips, make sure to tell me because i really want this madness to end.
I've first discovered this addiction at the age of 8, because of a friend of mine that pushed me towards it.
Everytime i'm on a relapse: i lock myself in my room, sleep late at night, eat junk food, ignore the people around me, indulge into instant gratification...
You can see that this is nothing more than a storm of madness that gets bigger as the time goes.
The most scary thing about this is that my parents don't even know that i'm addicted! Let me explain:
I'm sure you've also experienced that shame, that unrelenting feeling of avoiding being caught during the bad habit. I feel that constantly.
Everytime i'm on a relapse, i do a series of methods to prevent people from catching me doing it, the only thing that escapes from my control is the mood change.
Of couse we get more irritable after a relapse and i wouldn't be any different. Everytime i indulge into my addiction, i start mistreating the people around me and the only people that are with me at the time are my parents.
They notice when i get angry, but they have no clue that i'm like that because of an addiction. Last year, they actually thought i was crazy and sent me to the therapist.
After six months of therapy, trying to discover the source of my addiction, i'm actually left with nothing but a sense of bitterness because not even therapy could help me.
After i got into this descending spiral of addiction my parents got cold and indifferent. They're still on my life and they help me sometimes, but it's as if i was all alone and by myself.
Sometimes, when i have an argument with them, i actually resort to those dirty websites as a way to cope with those fights, so this became a maladaptive coping mechanism.
It's strange because, i resort to pleasure as a way to deal with my parents, but then i start feeling worse and treat my parents bad so that they retaliate by confronting me and it makes me feel sad so i resort to pleasure, then i get worse and treat them bad and they treat me bad too...
And it goes on and on, over and over again...
There was a point of my life that i felt so bad that i actually asked my therapist to check if i had depression. All i can remember is a botomless pit of despair and helplessness.
All of that happened because of this addiction and even nowadays, i couldn't break free from it.
Please, if you have any tips, make sure to tell me because i really want this madness to end.