Dear God, I ask Your help divine whenever I must go online. I tell myself that I love “art,” their sculpted forms, my heavy heart.
As I get lost in cyberspace and go from face to nameless face, behind each image, there’s a life, there’s someone’s husband, someone’s wife.
Perhaps a son or daughter, too, God, if their families only knew As I’m drawn in to search the net, it’s all too easy to forget the way my actions take their toll — they slowly work to kill my soul. Its essence surely must erode with every image I download.
Please rescue me from what I do. Please help me want to stop it, too. Obsession lifted, I’ll stand free, surrendering my will to Thee.
–written by a Catholic woman in recovery from the S/M lifestyle
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