The Lust Mountain

I relapsed. After 7 days I relapsed but I came up with this analogy to help myself conquer lust and help you guys too. Lust is like climbing a mountain. At the base, the ground is a chaotic mess—rocky, unstable, full of steep slopes and sharp curves. These are the first steps of recovery—the most dangerous, where temptation is loud, your footing is weak, and every misstep feels like a free fall back to zero. But if you keep going—step by trembling step—you start to climb out of the chaos. Eventually, the path straightens for a while, and you find a rhythm. You start breathing easier. But then—a new spike appears. A fresh, jagged cliff. A slippery ledge you didn’t see coming. These are the unexpected urges, the surprise triggers, the moments you thought were behind you. The first 20 steps of this mountain are full of setbacks, false peaks, and sharp drop-offs. But the path doesn’t end there. As you push higher—through blood, grit, and grace—the terrain starts to change. The ground doesn’t become perfect, but it levels out into a narrow, focused trail. The summit is still far off, but it’s visible now—and that changes everything. You still have to walk carefully. The edge is always close. But now, you’re no longer guessing where you’re going. You’ve learned to walk with purpose, and every step forward is a victory.