My previous post talked about my NoFap journey and how I was on and off (with streaks being around 3 months on average) for the last 8 years.
For some reason, a single relapse in mid-November triggered a chain of thoughts, temptations, and events that for some reason got me feeling like all my efforts during these 8 years were wiped.
One of the things that I feel helps is the meditation on our mortality and how precious each moment is.
I'll try to discover deep-rooted issues within myself and hopefully arrive at the cause.
I think I'm going to be able to do this by writing a self-help book, which I'll call Reflections. Aiming to write a page for each day for the duration of this 45-day war.
