When the painkiller is worse than the wound itself...
I speak a lot on the mind and how to overcome your hurdles. I don’t talk about how you can become addicted to the things you are using to overcome them. That toxic overuse of anything that makes you feel better is as bad as the pain you’re trying to avoid. That, I didn’t speak on because I hadn’t truly run into a toxic validation cycle of my own making and control. So I’ll detail my foray into one.
I had been feeling better about myself. Loving my reflection in the mirror. I thought I was well on my way to self-assurance. But…not quite.
I got on an anonymous confession app. It is a place where nude pictures run rampant and it didn’t take long for me to start asking random people to rate me or compare with other guys. Keep in mind neither of these things are my style at all. And I’m just letting the sexual anonymous environment suck me in.
And of course, the issue is…no one has seen a bigger penis. Not guys not girls. And I’m lapping up all this anonymous validation. I get offers that are asinine and useless. I see tons of dicks and female body parts…and none of this is actually fixing me. I start fishing for validation, joining groups based around it, and it was one of the girls I met off of the app who thinks very profoundly when asked who posed me the question…
“How many dick pics have you sent in the last week or month?”
I had to stop. I had no idea. Me previously, before posting here, had sent pics to 5 people I knew and trusted. That was literally me.
But I had got sucked into a dopamine trap. Notifications and validation had linked in my mind and I was just trapped until she asked me that. Then, I realized…the mental work isn’t just about masking the pain but about not crutching on my accomplishments and being someone worth praise….not fishing for it.
I humbled myself to understand myself better today. Maybe you can look at yourself, too. See anything you’re ashamed of that you created and maybe evaluate it like I have for myself.