Dear Sex Addict,
You’re not helping my life, you are only fulfilling a temporary but long expired need to protect my emotional well being from the traumas of my life. Traumas I can’t undo and before now couldn’t handle the pain of. So I needed you for a time because I knew no other way. Since then you’ve just been holding me back – making me feel like sexual saturation is the only thing there is in this life. Giving me a chemical reward like a pusher just to get by for another day, and removing any sense of dignity and self-respect that would inspire me to do something better. I don’t know what I will do that is better, or more rewarding than sex, but I’m not going to just whither away while I watch life pass me by, unable to tap into the richness it has.