Day 54 no PMO. Yesterday was very sobering and sad. A good friend's house burnt and is a total loss. Luckily he and his wife and 3 kids got out safely. The good side is it made me really appreciate what we have and that we should make the most of our days. Do you want to know what warped PMO thinking is? After my initial distress and sadness, it occurred to me that if that had happened to me, most likely the fire figthers or salvage crew would have discovered a stash of porn. That would have added shame on top of all the other trauma. How did I let myself get so low? How did I justify risking such shame to myself and my family and friends? I think I must be an arrogant person to justify the right to risk shaming others. Arrogance pure and simple...but wait is it that simple? My addiction made me stash porn. My addiction made me care more about the PMO than my beloved's feelings. It is the addiction that must go! I have no doubt that this humbling process of rebooting will also diminish any arrogance. Humility in my mind is a great blessing. I am humbled now in a good way. Before I was humbled by dopamine and shame. I remember laying on the floor in a fetal position crying and wondering how I could continue living like "this"? The answer has finally become clear. I can't continue to live with PMO as a man. But without PMO there is no limit to felt goodness. Thanks for the support guys. On some level this journey has taken on a new meaning since it feels shared.