Letter to myself:

You’re better than this. You can beat this. You give it too much credit. You’ve let yourself believe you’ll lose the rest of your life.

You’re wrong.

You win, slowly. It starts today. Today feels like a loss already, but from this very moment, you’re back up on your feet.

Do what you need to do. Don’t be afraid you’ll fail. You might. But you’ll get back up again.

One day, you’ll just stay standing.

It starts right now.

Cut off access to the things you know will tempt you.
Take those walks like you said you would.
Try praying again. Pray like you mean it.

Do all the other things you’ve been doing. Do them all harder. Smarter.

Be better, because that part of you that wants to bring you down, wants you to believe that you can’t. That this is all you are.

But you’re more.

God loves you.
Your wife loves you.
Your friends and family love you.

And you don’t deserve any of it, but they do anyway.

So, learn to love yourself too.

Start today. Right now.

Letter from my sex addict:

You’re a fool.

I know where to find you. I know how to get to you.

I know you. You’re nothing. You’re a loser.

Don’t think you can get rid of me. You can’t. I’m with you for the rest of your life. So why try to shut me out? Get used to me.

Just give in. It’s better this way. You aren’t losing anything.

Stop fighting.