You know what sucks about a good therapist?
They call you on your bullshit.
I’ve decided I need a tune up, so to speak. I’ve been trying to rationalize porn, masturbation, and my whole perspective on recovery and sexual sobriety. I’m not sure what’s really going on but recently I bought a lot of alcohol although I normally don’t drink.
As I write this, I have a fifth of whiskey in my closet, hidden. I am having a REAL hard time rationalizing that.
And I’m super pissed that this new therapist has asked me not to drink for a week. That’s weird.
I’m pretty sure next week I’ll be asked not to act out sexually. That’s troubling.
I hope I’m not making a mistake, putting myself in a vulnerable situation like this again.