I felt like a freaking boss for 27 days straight. Why? Because I was doing awesome on NoFap and did NOT PMO for that long. And after going that long I had a rather shit day and blew my load once before bed, and again after waking up at 4 in the morning. Damn. I feel like if I confide in my dad then I will be able to get past my porn addiction. But I'm scared shitless when I think about confessing my addiction to him, how the hell will he think of me? I'm squinting at my computer screen as I type because it is 4 am where I am -not to mention I work in less than 3 hours away. I need help. My emotional stability is not where I want it to be, and neither is my life (thanks to P). I have no clue what to do. Might as well try to stumble back to bed and wrestle with my guilt and sleeplessness. I swear if I owned a time machine I would travel back to that moment and kick myself. To have come so far.... I will sleep on it
I feel your pain. I've felt everything you do now. I can't say how your dad will react, as I don't know him, but if you truly think it will help you, it may be a good idea. I confessed to my dad which did help a little. (Little did I know he has had that same problem his whole life.) I also much later confessed to the elders(priests) in my congregation, which was the most difficult thing I have ever done, but also finally ended my porn use. Nothing worth doing is easy.
