Letter to myself:

Dear Sex Addict,

Ever since a young age, you have whispered doubts about myself and lies about what should make me happy. You always told me it wasn’t a problem. You said it’s ok because everyone does it. You said I need these things because without them I couldn’t function normally. You said it’s ok because it’s “just love.” You said I would be lying to myself if I claimed I could never go to those websites again.

I now realize, through Christ, the truth: you’re the liar. It is a problem. It is not ok regardless of how many people do it. I don’t need those websites in order to function normally. And whatever is being worshiped on those sites it certainly is not love. Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, is not self-seeking. What is shown on those websites you claim to bring comfort and enjoyment and “love” actually bring restlessness and pain and lust. Lust is violent, lust is cruel, it envies, it boasts and is 100% self-seeking.
You have kept me from a relationship with a woman and have even wedged your way into my past relationships. But this time, I am focused on God and not you. As a matter of fact, you are never welcome back ever again. All you bring is pain and destruction. Your “pleasure” cracks into pain and your “love” feeds greed and lust. If I am to be the man of God I am called to be and if I want to find a woman of God then you are no longer welcome here. You have already almost destroyed my relationship with my father. Luckily time and God’s help healed those wounds although there are still scars. I will not let you destroy any other relationships I have now or will have in the future.

Starting now, I no longer obey you. Lust is not the right way. From this day forward, God is where my joy comes from, he is where I focus, he is my strength, and from him and him alone I draw my strength from. And you are not welcome here! So in the name of Jesus Christ who died for men like me, LEAVE!

Letter from my sex addict:

Dear mortal,

Hello. Let’s see…it hasn’t even been a week since we last saw each other, has it? And I also believe you said that last time would be your last time just like each time before that. You fall for my trap, you feel empty afterwards, you pray for forgiveness, and you always return. You never will learn. You need me. You cannot refuse. You will never win. You’re weak. And those people you’re trying to convince that God is real look at people like you and because of people like you, they refuse to even step foot in a church.

If you want a challenge, you have one. But I warn you, child-yes even though you’re 20 years old-I will be the opposite of caring and merciful unlike the god you so desperately pray to every day. (“Father, son, and holy ghost”? Please. What a hoax.)

So run, hide, wave your sword and throw up your shield because not your precious scripture, not your friends or family, not your faith in a dead Nazarene pinned to a tree can save you. I’ll be waiting…