"… but you're a girl!?"

If I had a dollar for every time I heard that given the context that is about to follow, I'd have about twenty bucks. Sure, it isn't much, but then again, I've only told my story twenty times. It never fails. I am a mother, and a wife to a wonderful, forgiving, and loving husband. I have been a member of the Church since I was baptized as an infant, and I am a sinner.

This is a story about grace. That's really all it can amount to. I would love to think that I got through all of this on my own accord and by my own strength, but that isn't the case. It's grace.

When I was still in my early teens, about twelve, I was flicking through the channels on our television. I was supposed to be babysitting, and well, I was – but all my siblings were in bed.

Click, click, click. Nothing.
And then, I saw IT. A naked couple on the screen.

It wasn't long before my parents arrived back home, and since our window was large enough to see them coming from literally a kilometre away, I had enough time to change the channel and bolt downstairs to my bed and begin to pretend I was sleeping.

It began with curiosity⤒🔗

I never told my parents about what I saw. And instead of confiding in those who had raised me from infancy, who I literally trusted with my life, I turned to our new computer and told Google instead. I was young enough that I didn't understand what exactly I was searching for, but I was old enough to know how to work a keyboard and spell words. The next time I found myself home alone, I pulled up a chair, typed in a few key words and found what I had been looking for.

What started off as "innocent" curiosity became a full-blown addiction.

Minutes turned into hours, and the hours repeated themselves every couple days. I started to like what I was seeing and soon enough, it became a part of my daily routine. I started looking forward to those private moments, but in return, started hating myself, my body, and God. I would stay home as often as I could just to go on the computer. I watched soap operas instead of going to school, and one day, I put a computer in my room. I struggled on and off for years without anyone knowing.

My battle began before unlimited Wi-Fi, before I had my own smartphone, Instagram and Snapchat account, or personal laptop. It was still difficult to find and pornography sites were "restricted" to those over 18 years. Now, it's everywhere. It's been a little over one year since the last time I watched pornography. It's been a very trying yet powerful year. I struggle with it every single day, multiple times per day.

In the midst of my battle, I pushed God aside. I figured that if God wasn't in the picture, I didn't have to worry about whether or not what I was doing was sinful. I had convinced myself that He didn't love me anyway, so what was the point of trying to make Him happy with me.

As the distance between God and myself grew, the hatred I began to see in the mirror increased. I started to compare myself to the women I had seen on the screen; my skin wasn't smooth enough, my breasts weren't large enough, my legs weren't skinny enough (I was a size zero!), my nose was too long, my teeth too pointy … the list could go on and on. I began to think that if I looked like the women on the screen, maybe I would have the love that they had too.

The Reality←⤒🔗

If only I had known the truth about the "love" that those women were experiencing. Plain and simple – porn is often drug-induced rape. Now, who in their right mind would actually want that? It all happened so fast. One moment they would be meeting each other and the next moment they would be on the bed. But, I didn't fully understand the truth behind the scenes of what I was watching, so I actually had myself convinced that that was what sex was like.

I suppose since it was on the screen I could pretend that it was normal. Yet, it isn't normal. I told my mother of my struggle last year, and she said something that I had never thought of before. She said "Those women on the screen, those men too, they are someone's sister. Someone's daughter, mother, brother and father. They are real people, with real families and real lives." Bam. If any statement helped me through my battle the most, that was definitely a big contender. You have to think of it in real life, because it is real life. If you were to come across a couple having sex on the street, would you grab a chair, some popcorn and indulge yourself? Nope. And yet, what I was watching on the screen was just as real as that.

Satan likes the Dark←⤒🔗

I remember the first time I decided I was going to stop watching pornography. It lasted a week. I had stayed up late and at that time had access to a computer. I dare say that Satan works best at night. I even remember these words running through my brain: "Go on! One minute wouldn't hurt". Well, I had gone a full week and I was on the road to recovery, but I hadn't found my strength in God at that time, and the one minute became an hour which became a daily routine. Again.

Why even bother trying to stop? I would argue with myself, It's impossible, anyway! I had become so invested in my guilty pleasure that it was easy enough to come up with stupid excuses to shut my conscience up. I knew that even though a part of me wanted to stop, a very large part of me didn't. Even times when I would fall on my knees and pray for forgiveness, deep down I knew that I actually didn't mean it.

I was a pretty techy kid growing up, so no one actually found out about my addiction. I figured if no one really knew about it, and I could pretend that nothing was different, no one would suspect anything. There was a point in my life that I actually thought I just wouldn't tell anyone.

It impacted dating←⤒🔗

But then, I found myself in a serious relationship with a man whom I now call my husband. We had been dating for a few years when I told him. He was the first person I had ever told. I remember sitting in the car before I went in to see him, praying fervently to God that he wouldn't break up with me and that he would forgive me.

He did forgive me.

We dated for a long time. And well, I would love to say that my experience with pornography did not affect our relationship but unfortunately it did. It was easy to convince myself that in order to feel loved I had to be touched. After all, that is what I had polluted my brain with for many previous years! We weren't the definition of "innocent" in our relationship and I will take most of the responsibility for those actions. I could chalk it up to the fact that we were young, or that we dated for a long time, or maybe that our hormones were raging.

And sure, those might have had an effect, but when it really comes down to the heart of the matter – it's just that, the heart. My heart, and if I can speak on behalf of my husband, his too, were not centered on God. Mine didn't pay attention to what God says love is: "patient, kind, slow to anger …" (1 Cor. 13). To me, love was attention from my boyfriend – any attention he wanted to give, and any attention I could take. I had tried to find satisfaction in a fellow sinner, instead of looking to our one, perfect and holy God.

We went through periods of lust and other periods of just finding pure joy in each other's company. Thankfully, with a wedding ahead, our time of engagement was focused where it should have been all along, and we began to enjoy each other as God's forgiven children.

It didn't just stop with marriage←⤒🔗

There is a saying: "Satan will do anything he can before you are married to get you into bed, and anything he can do when you are married to get you out of it."

It is difficult for me to write this next part, but it's part of my story. I watched pornography as a wife. I took matters into my own hands when I didn't feel like sharing my feelings or frustrations with my husband. Mainly it was just because I was bored or lonely. It happened. I hate that it happened, but that doesn't mean that it didn't. If there were any part of this whole struggle I could wish never happened, this would be it.

My husband is so forgiving. If there is any word I could use to describe him, that would be it. He has stood by me and encouraged me in my fight against pornography more times than I dare count. He is the one to point me to my Rock. I took one evening to share with him my struggles – every last detail – all the who, what, when, why and hows. He is now my partner in my fight and I know that he would leave everything if he knew that I was being tempted, to come and help me fight.

It's been a little over a year since I have last watched pornography. I am in my mid-twenties, and have struggled with it on and off for more than 10 years. It is still a daily struggle: every time I go to the beach, the mall, pull out my phone, go on Facebook, Instagram, the computer. Videos and images I watched as a teenager will suddenly appear in my mind as I am washing the dishes, doing the laundry, vacuuming, sitting in church, even praying! The struggle has not left me, and I dare say it never will.

God's Grace←⤒🔗

I would love to say that I have all of this under control. I don't. God does. One year ago, I put my battle in His hands and prayed with tears that He would take this cup from me. And praise be to God, He has. He has given me the strength I need to put my smartphone away, to turn off the laptop, to double check the ratings of shows before I go and watch them. He has strengthened my faith in his Son and His forgiveness. He has given me grace and love. I have found freedom in my walk, a spring back in my step and more love for my husband than I even thought possible.

I remember sitting in church one Sunday hearing a sermon on the Lord's Supper. At one point during the sermon, the minister asked us to picture Christ hanging on the cross – I don't remember very much after that because I knew what he meant. Picture my sin hanging there on Christ's shoulders. I put him there. I stood before him yelling "Crucify him! Crucify him!" That is the moment I realized it wasn't impossible. I had Christ on my side, and he had conquered sin. My sin. He put it to death! For me. So I continue on, fighting, finding my hope in God's promises:

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God. John 3:16-18

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.Romans 5:8

And as my wise mother has taught me, "Don't be surprised by sin. Be surprised by grace." Thanks mom.

Advice from a former addict to you:←⤒🔗

1. Talk to your children/friends. Be the one to bring up the topic in a conversation. I often find it easier to talk about the "big topics" one on one rather than in a group. Ask them to be honest with you, and be quick to listen and slow to speak. Humble yourself as the parent/friend. Also, don't assume that since you've talked to them once, they know and they won't do it. We are all curious and sinners by nature.
2. Pray with and for your children/friends/family.
3. Set an example: Stay on top of what you and your children/friends watch/read. Are you setting a good example? It's one thing to say, "Hey Jonny – don't watch porn" but if they see you watching The Game of Thrones or even porn itself, you're setting an example of how to be a hypocrite.
4. Use your resources! For movies there's www.kids-in-mind.com and even the parents' guide on www.imdb.com. And www.pluggedin.com is a great resource to double check movies/books or even apps before you or your children watch them.
5. Protect your computer. Get the laptops and smartphones out of bedrooms and into a public area. I know – it creates more clutter. But do you know what kind of clutter is more disgusting? A pornography filled mind. It's worth a messy desk. Trust me. Password protect your Wi-Fi and change the password. Turn off the Wi-Fi at a specific time at night.
6. Don't be afraid to discipline.
7. Have an accountability partner. This one is tough because it requires you to be honest and open with someone. If you feel temptation, that is the time to talk with them. Not after you give in, but before that – when you feel like you might give in. As the accountability partner, pray for your friend/child. Uphold them and encourage them in their times of weakness.
8. Encourage your children and friends in their inner beauty. Compliment them on their kindness or gentle spirit instead of their new jeans or new hairstyle. Teach each other how to put on the fruits of the Spirit instead of eyeliner and mascara. Teach your son how to look for the right kind of woman and how to put on the armor of God.
9. If you are bored, find something to do that does not include a laptop or smartphone. The Bible is an excellent place to start.
10. Speak highly of the love of God and show the love of God in your home. Instill in your, and your child's heart, John 3:16-18.
11. Model repentance to your children. For example, if you lose your temper and shout at them, ask their forgiveness. Let them see what seeking forgiveness, and turning to God in repentance looks like.
12. Forgive. Forgive. Forgive.