The Hardest Thing Ever Done

Nothing worth doing is easy

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    It is very easy to underestimate how small, seemingly insignificant moments of flirting with lust compound throughout the day into a powerful urge by nightfall.

    Allowing yourself to admire the physique of a beautiful woman passing by.
    Pausing for a few seconds on suggestive social media content.
    Catching a sexualised headline or news report.

    Each of these moments feels harmless on its own. But together, they continuously feed the same neural pathway.

    What this creates is a background state of readiness for lust.

    When these small feeds are allowed, the mind rarely goes even an hour without sex establishing some mental presence. Lust never fully leaves, it stays warmed up, primed, waiting.

    The critical insight today is this:

    The real danger is not the big urge.
    The real danger is the small feeds that prepare you for it.

    By the time the major urge arrives, usually later in the evening, you are already compromised. You are tired. Your mental focus is depleted from the day’s work. You want something easy, something stimulating, something to occupy the mind without effort.

    This is when relapse becomes likely, not because the urge is unusually strong, but because it has been quietly trained all day.

    However, if these miniature, moment-to-moment feeds are cut off, the mind does not remain in a lust-ready state. The pathway weakens. The urge, when it finally appears, has far less momentum behind it.

    This dramatically improves your ability to resist.

    Practical application:
    If you accidentally notice an attractive woman or a sexualised image, immediately look away. Do not take the second look. Do not entertain the thought. Redirect your attention toward something constructive—an important project, a goal you are building toward, or a responsibility that matters.

    Discipline at the micro level determines victory at the macro level.

    Today’s lesson is clear:

    Lust is not defeated in moments of crisis.
    It is defeated in the quiet seconds you think do not matter.

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    One of the things that makes this battle so difficult is that most men fight it in secret.

    We are very good at hiding this problem.
    Nobody knows we have it.
    Nobody knows how deep it goes.

    Because of that, support is rare. Guidance is absent. And when it’s time to quit, we end up fighting alone, which is why so many lose.

    The reason this remains a secret battle is simple: shame.
    Admitting you’re addicted to porn or saturated in lust feels humiliating.
    You instinctively keep it to yourself because you know that if others found out, they might look at you differently. Treat you differently.

    So you suffer in silence.
    And when you try to quit, you do it unsupported, and that isolation becomes part of the problem.


    Using Shame as a Weapon

    I’ve decided to do something different.

    Instead of letting shame weaken me, I’m using it as part of my arsenal.

    I’ve installed software that creates a serious security barrier.
    This software allows a friend or family member of my choosing to view my computer and phone screens at any time.

    Porn only survives in secrecy.
    It requires privacy, isolation, and the belief that no one is watching.

    This software removes all of that.

    It’s like someone is always at home. except it’s even more effective than that.
    Someone can always see what I’m doing on my screen.

    In other words, I’ve weaponised shame and turned it against the addiction.


    No Escape Route

    The only way out of this system would be to uninstall the software,
    and I don’t have the authority to do that.

    So it’s here to stay.

    And for once, secrecy is no longer on the enemy’s side.

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    Current Status: Day 2 of 90

    Today I’m documenting my true baseline, the psychological and behavioural starting point of this stricter 90-day journey.


    1. What I Learned From My Previous Attempt

    My earlier attempt failed because I misunderstood my addiction.

    I assumed the problem was porn and masturbation.
    But the real core was lust itself, porn was just one source of fuel.
    By continuing to chase and engage in sex with others, I kept feeding the same circuit I was trying to kill.

    A relapse wasn’t a surprise.
    It was the logical outcome of leaving the main pathway open.

    That relapse revealed something important:

    If I only remove porn but keep feeding lust through sex, all I do is swap addictions. I cure the porn problem and become a sex addict instead.

    This time, the mission is clearer and stricter.


    2. The Rules of This New 90-Day Reboot

    This reboot isn’t just “no porn” and “no masturbation.”
    It is total abstinence from every form of sexual stimulation, including:

    • Porn
    • Masturbation
    • Sex with others
    • Sexual fantasies
    • Deliberate sexual thoughts
    • Any intentional erotic content or behaviour

    The goal is not to eliminate lust forever, lust is biological.
    The goal is to reset the neural pathways so lust no longer controls my thoughts, choices, or identity.


    3. Psychological Baseline (Day 2)

    Right now, my mental default is completely shaped by lust.

    When I see a woman:

    • My mind instantly scans her sexual attractiveness
    • I assess her body, lips, voice, curves
    • I imagine her sexually without even choosing to
    • I rarely look at her personality, mood, humanity, or presence
    • My motivation to approach is usually based on sexual interest alone

    This reflex is automatic.
    I don’t approve of it, but it is the truth of where my mind is at Day 2.

    This is the identity I am dismantling.


    4. The Long-Term Goal

    The 90 days is not about repression.
    It’s about liberation from a compulsive reflex that I didn’t consciously choose.

    What I want:

    • A calmer mind
    • Sexuality that isn’t impulsive
    • The ability to see people as people
    • Attraction without addiction
    • Control over my impulses instead of being controlled by them

    The neurological rest of these 90 days will break the conditioned patterns and allow a new baseline to emerge.

    This is where the real work begins.


    Reflection Summary

    Emotional State: Clear-headed but aware of how deep the conditioning runs.
    Urges Level: High but predictable.
    Main Realisation: Porn wasn’t the real addiction, lust was.
    Primary Goal: Close every pathway that feeds lust, not just porn.
    Commitment: Rewire the autopilot through total abstinence.

  • This entry is a correction.
    The last three days of this journal were not fully honest.
    I relapsed on Day 17 but continued posting because I didn’t want to break the flow of the series.

    Those of you who have stayed with me through the wins deserve to see the losses as well. This is the reality of addiction. If you read Day 17 again, you’ll see exactly where the truth ended and where the lie began.

    The relapse revealed something important:
    I wasn’t doing a full neurological reset.

    My addiction is driven purely by lust — not emotional escapism. I removed porn and masturbation, but I left the door open for sex and sexual pursuit. That kept the addiction pathway active, even without porn. I was fighting, but not the real battle.

    So I’m correcting the structure.
    From today, the clock resets properly:

    No porn.
    No masturbation.
    No edging.
    No sex.
    No sexual pursuit.
    A full 90-day reset. clean, uncompromised, no loopholes.

    Welcome to Day 1 again.
    The pain begins once more, and an even harder fight is now on the horizon.

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    Today was without question the hardest day of this entire journey.
    I came very, very close to relapsing, closer than I ever expected, and it caught me completely off guard.

    I thought I was prepared.
    But I wasn’t prepared enough.

    My mind began to wander, and I entertained a thought for just a single second.
    But a second is all it takes.
    A tiny, harmless thought can rapidly grow into a full, detailed fantasy.

    I broke it with my usual method, 30 push-ups, and it worked… or so I thought.
    What I didn’t realise was that even though I had killed the fantasy, that moment had primed my brain.
    It brought the urges closer to the surface, hovering nearby, waiting for the next moment of weakness.

    Unfortunately, today delivered many opportunities for those weaknesses to appear.


    Locked Indoors With Nowhere to Run

    I was home alone the entire day, and I couldn’t leave the house because I had a worker doing reconstruction downstairs.
    So I had to stay upstairs, in the very room where the computer is.

    For the first three hours, everything was fine.
    I worked, wrote the Day 16 journal, and even completed some e-learning.

    Then I decided to relax and watch a film,
    and that was a mistake.

    Nearly every other scene had something that triggered the urges.

    So I stopped the movie and switched to a documentary about space, thinking,
    “There is no way anything in this documentary can possibly trigger me.”

    But the documentary was slow, uninteresting, and my mind began to drift again.

    This time, I made the critical mistake of trying to mentally steer myself back instead of using my physical fantasy-breaker.
    And that’s when things escalated.


    Searching for Weaknesses, With Dishonest Intent

    Before I fully understood what was happening, my brain was trying to find ways around the barriers I had put in place.

    At first I told myself I was just “checking for weaknesses” in my system.
    But in reality, I was searching for a loophole I could exploit.

    I couldn’t remember how to undo my DNS setup, but then I remembered an old work phone with its own SIM card, its own network, and its own DNS.

    That was the opening.

    I grabbed the phone and typed a porn-related search term, again telling myself:
    “I’m just checking for weaknesses. I’m still safe. I haven’t done anything yet.”

    But the search results came up.

    And there I was, on Day 17, staring directly at a screen full of pornographic images.

    At that point, I was pulled in.
    I told myself I was “just looking around,” that I hadn’t crossed the line yet.

    WRONG!!!

    I was already in deep.

    The prefrontal cortex, the rational, disciplined part of the brain, was completely offline.
    The limbic system was lit up like a Christmas tree.

    I was fully aware of what I was doing, but the actions were not coming from the rational mind anymore.
    It felt like an out-of-body experience, the logical part of me could only watch, powerless.

    Things were seconds away from disaster.


    The Unexpected Rescue

    Then I heard the faint voice of the worker downstairs calling for me.
    He needed the key to access the back garden.

    That interruption, barely two minutes , saved me.

    It was like being pulled out of deep water while drowning.
    The trance broke immediately.
    My rational mind came rushing back online.
    And I snapped out of it.

    The moment he left, I urgently reinforced all my physical barriers.
    This time, I secured every device in the house, including the old ones.

    It was a necessary, painful lesson.


    Closing

    I took a heavy beating today, but I did not fall.

    You don’t have to win the battle every day.
    Sometimes survival itself is the victory.

    I survived Day 17.
    I live to fight another day.

    Still in the fight.

  • The attack has begun.

    I’m no longer triggered by the old habits, sitting in front of my computer, being alone at home, or scrolling late at night.
    Now it’s the thoughts that are attacking me.
    Random, everyday words and images are triggering flashes of past memories, memories tied to pornography.

    Today I was on a mobile phone shopping website, casually browsing Black Friday sales.
    I reached the bottom of the page and clicked the “next page” button,
    and instantly, a flashback hit me.
    It reminded me of the countless hours spent on porn sites, clicking that same kind of button to move onto the next page… and the next… and the next.
    Endless scrolling.
    Endless searching.

    It didn’t stop there.

    Even innocent words like “orange” triggered a whole chain reaction.
    I heard “orange” and immediately my mind jumped to fake tans,
    which then led to picturing a tanned body,
    which then led to a tanned female body,
    which escalated into imagining a hyper-sexualised form,
    which finally led to a specific porn star.

    All of this from the word “orange.”

    It sounds ridiculous, but after years of consuming pornography, the neural pathways are deeply wired.
    My brain can connect absolutely anything back to lust.


    No Control Over the Thoughts, Only Over the Actions

    The truth is:
    I have no idea how to stop my brain from doing this.

    The only thing saving me is that I cannot act on any of these thoughts.
    The system is locked down.
    The physical routes are sealed.

    Before, I absolutely would have gone searching for that “orange fake-tan porn star.”
    And that would have been me finished.

    But now?
    The thoughts hit a wall.
    Every time.

    So my only defence is to keep breaking the fantasy every time it forms,
    and hope that by the end of this week, these intrusive thoughts begin to lose their power.


    The battle continues tomorrow.

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    Week 2 has been noticeably calmer compared to Week 1.
    Week 1 was a full shock to the system, the body was being forced to abandon the old habits it had relied on for years, and adopt entirely new ones.
    Naturally, the battle was intense.
    The body kept trying to relapse, desperately clawing its way back to what was familiar.

    But as Week 2 began, something shifted.
    It felt as if the body had exhausted its initial attempts to return to the old patterns, and was slowly beginning to accept these new behaviours as the way forward.

    For a brief moment, I thought peace was settling in.

    But toward the end of Week 2, it became clear that the urges hadn’t truly surrendered the war, they were merely regrouping.
    Taking a pause.
    Developing fresh strategies.

    By Day 13, my mind was drifting into sexual fantasies again.
    By Day 14, the intensity increased.
    It felt like the enemy was preparing for a major offensive, a strike bigger than anything I had faced so far.


    Preparing for Week 3

    Now, at the beginning of Week 3, I’m bracing myself for an attack like no other.
    Something designed to test every layer of my defence in ways they’ve never been tested before.

    Week 2 wasn’t just calm, it was a chance to organise myself.
    A moment to build structure, discipline, and routine around my work, training, and side projects.
    These habits have served as powerful weapons in this war, keeping my mind focused and preventing it from drifting into dangerous territory.

    So the plan for surviving Week 3 is simple, but strict:

    Stick to the routine.
    Follow the system.
    Execute with military discipline.

    Now more than ever, I need focus.
    Because if I survive Week 3, I will have surpassed every previous attempt I’ve ever made.

    This is uncharted territory
    and I’m stepping into it with full awareness.

    Still in the fight.

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    Today went by quickly, mostly because of a busy schedule.
    The overall feeling hasn’t changed much from yesterday, I still sense a major attack on the horizon.
    But instead of a large, overwhelming army, it feels like the enemy might send a small tactical unit, something subtle, something that can slip through the cracks if I’m not paying attention.

    The fantasies haven’t gone away.
    And I’ve been in this exact situation before:
    when the mind starts whispering questions like…

    • “Why am I even doing this?”
    • “What exactly is the benefit?”
    • “Isn’t this perfectly natural?”

    This is when the mind begins searching for rationalisations, mental loopholes that make porn and masturbation sound justified.
    And the dangerous part is:
    those thoughts are extremely convincing.


    The One Thing Keeping Me Alive

    The honest truth is this:
    The only reason I haven’t relapsed by now is because I physically cannot access porn.

    I don’t even remember how to undo the DNS settings I placed on my computer.
    My access is limited to:

    • work-related websites
    • banking
    • essential services
    • WordPress for this journal

    I can’t even watch suggestive music videos on YouTube.
    I’ve completely locked myself out of any pathway that could lead to relapse.

    And that is the sole reason I’ve survived this far.

    It’s humbling to admit, but also empowering:
    My environment is stronger than my urges.


    Holding On

    I keep telling myself:

    “Just hold on a little longer.”
    “Eventually the battle will get easier.”

    I can only hope it’s true.

    For now, I remain vigilant
    still in the fight.

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    The last four days have been relatively easy, but today – Day 14 – I’m starting to feel vulnerable again.

    Since the old physical pathways to satisfy the urges are no longer accessible, I’ve noticed my mind drifting more frequently into lustful fantasies.
    And this is dangerous territory.

    My only countermeasures when this happens remain the same:
    30 push-ups or a cold shower.
    Both immediately shock the mind back into focus, breaking whatever fantasy was forming.

    But the frequency of these thoughts has been increasing.


    It feels like the lust is searching for new routes, trying to attack from a different angle since all the usual triggers are now blocked.


    The Warning Signs

    Every piece of literature I’ve read said that Days 10–21 tend to be the most intense.
    And I’m starting to believe it.

    It feels like the enemy is preparing a full-frontal attack, throwing everything it has to make sure I don’t survive this upcoming week.
    Because if I pass Day 21, it won’t only be a major milestone in addiction recovery…

    It will be the furthest I’ve ever gone.

    In every past attempt to quit porn and masturbation, I have never survived Week 3.
    No matter what I did, the urges always won.
    So knowing that, this coming week will not be pleasant.

    If I could, this would be the perfect time to take a vacation and disappear for a bit, but that’s not possible.
    So instead, I need to brace myself for a head-to-head battle.


    The Battle Plan

    The plan remains the same, but with even more intensity:

    • Studying
    • Exercise
    • Personal projects

    These activities keep me occupied, but more importantly, they give the mind a sense of accomplishment. Without that fulfillment, the mind begins to wander, and wandering is what leads straight into lust.

    So the strategy is simple:
    Keep doing what I’ve been doing… and do it even better.
    Because so far, it’s been working.
    And Week 3 is not the week to become careless.


    Closing

    Day 14 is won.
    Tomorrow marks the first day of what might be the most intense seven days of this entire journey.
    I think I’m prepared, but only time will tell.

    Still in the fight 

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    Today was spent mostly at home.
    And since home is the primary danger zone, a few urges did spike throughout the day.
    But I kept myself busy, and once again, the physical barriers I put in place prevented me from entertaining even a single second of temptation.
    Because of that, I stayed in control.

    The hardest part wasn’t the urges, it was when my mind started wandering and drifting into fantasy.

    In moments like that, there’s only one solution:
    interrupt the mind with discomfort.

    A cold shower or 30 push-ups is usually perfect.
    The body has to focus on the acute physical stress, which forces the mind back into the present.


    A New Phase of the Journey

    I’m slowly reaching a stage I’m not quite sure how to navigate.

    On the one hand, all the precautions I’ve put in place have worked extremely well.
    The obvious response is to stick to the formula and continue exactly as I’ve been doing.

    But on the other hand, I feel a quiet anxiety
    not fear, but caution.
    I don’t want to become complacent.
    I don’t want to assume the enemy is defeated simply because things have been going smoothly.

    I find myself wondering:
    Is this the beginning of smooth sailing?
    Or is this just the calm before another round of surprise attacks?


    No Withdrawals (So Far)

    One thing I’m grateful for is that so far, I haven’t experienced mood swings or heavy withdrawal symptoms, which many others warned about.
    Maybe it’s because my addiction was rooted more in habit and lust, not emotional escapism.
    Or maybe the withdrawals just haven’t arrived yet.

    Either way, the only option is to wait and see.


    Closing

    Tomorrow is another day.
    And there are many more days ahead.
    77 to be exact.

    Still in the fight.