I've been a silent lurker on this site for about a year now. Ergo, I've been living with the knowledge that I am an addict for the same period of time.
I do have a source of oxytocin (did I get the spelling right?), but unfortunately, we are in what is usually termed a long-distance relationship. I finally summed up the courage to tell her all about my addiction about four months back, and she was pretty understanding about it. (I'm very lucky, you see?) We've often discussed that I need to stop, but my defence mechanism never allowed me to make an honourable commitment. I continued; sometimes with a blinding intensity. I'm just 22 and at my peak, after all.
But today, she pleaded, she begged me to stop. >.<
So today, I think it's high time that I quit for good.
I'll pour out my story and updates in bits, but I reckon a blog would be a better medium for that. Marnia, are you listening?