Harvey A. “Shame & the Fourth Dimension”

[From Essay May 2018] Shame And The Fourth Dimension Harvey A. from Nashville SA/S-Anon International Convention — San Antonio, TX 1/12 – 14/18 Introduction: Hello. I feel a little awkward. I’m Mark. I’m a sexaholic from San Antonio. My recovery date is December 14th of 2007. This disease is life or death for me. I’m so grateful to be here and to get the honor of introducing our keynote speaker, the Saturday night speaker, tonight. It’s...

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Free As a Bird — Dick O.’s Story

[From Essay May 2018] I write this to express my gratitude to my Higher Power and SA for the gift of sexual sobriety. It’s been my goal all my life but I could not attain it on my own, no matter how hard I tried. God knows how hard I tried! I am now free from acting out, though I know this is contingent on maintaining my spiritual condition. I am in my sixth year of sexual sobriety thanks to my Higher Power and SA. I never thought this would...

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My Life In Recovery

[Originally published in edited form in Essay December 2017] On July 3rd, 2004, I left a family holiday party early to go to my first meeting. I even changed from shorts to long pants as I knew shorts were not supposed to be worn at meetings. My family assumed I was going to a church meeting, and I did nothing to correct them. I headed over to the open meeting place, a drug rehab center in a seedy part of town. It was a little unnerving, but I...

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2017 Geek Camp Report

Geek Camp’s Purpose “To carry the message to the still suffering lust addict by the appropriate use of information technology.” Introduction Geek Camp brought together 651 members of SA from around the world for a 24 hour online video and audio convention. It was held over 24 hours on 23rd & 24th of August 2017. This pioneering event enabled SA members to share their experience strength and hope, without borders, in a series of panel...

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Rebirth Through Recovery

The man I used to be died on May 7, 2009. As I was speeding down the passing lane of a St. Louis Interstate, my eyes were filled with tears and my hands were clenched in fists of rage as my choked up voice screamed in agony and disbelief. I was only seconds away from yanking the steering wheel hard to the left to send my car into the cement wall median in an effort to end my life. Fifteen minutes earlier, I was dismissed from my dream job of...

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