Panic Button Truth

Choose Freedom over Chains. Anxiety building, I thought about my old go-to calming: porn & masturbation-dopamine release guaranteed (mostly) I reached for my phone and QUITTR is more prominent than browsers or socials where I could feed my lusts. (Tip) I hit the PANIC BUTTON—the first phrase that came up: “Choose Freedom over Chains.” Years ago, When I asked God to show me how He saw me, he showed me bound by dozens of steel nets, fixed to the ground with chains. What?—He showed me that every time I reached for something like PMO, drinking, or the other things I had tried to make myself feel better, they were all like baby blankies—they did make me feel better, for a little bit—but never completely, because they were never enough to cover the whole grown up me. And while I tried to get more comfort from the little bit of the blankie that was there, the blankie changed into a net that anchored to the ground with its chain. I tried another blankie. And another. And stranger porn, and longer watching, and trying to get a better O, and, and… I was left with dozens of these nets interwoven, overlapping, anchored to the ground with their chains! God freed me from those chains! Yes! Right now, Choose freedom over chains! I am now free again for 19 days now. And I do not want to go back into that bondage! Thank you, Panic Button! I will stay free!