I am sand

I’m standing on a thin beach. To my left is the sea, the cold and nourishing water of the mother which I crawled out of long ago. To my right is the stony cliff, the face of the father. His face is etched by time and cracked but it has not destroyed him, only made grooves for shadows to fall. I am the sand of the beach, worn by the mother from the face of the father.

Porn and sex addiction will undermine my relationship with the mother and the father. I need both to make sand.

Imagery helps me to work through my own problems. Our brains process information better in images than in spreadsheets, so it is a real tool to put issues in image form.