Friday Feb 21, 2025
ESSAY February 2025 - Mehr als nur Aufhören - Ana, Mexiko
ESSAY Magazine (An International Journal of Sexaholics Anonymous)
The mission of ESSAY is to serve as a source of information, experience, strength and hope to sexaholics, both inside and outside the rooms of Sexaholics Anonymous. Our vision is to provide a high-quality “meeting in print” that gathers together members from around the world. It can serve as a portable “extra meeting” especially for loners and for members who don’t have access to many meetings. In addition, Essay serves as an outreach tool to carry the message to those who have not yet found SA. We strive to include a mix of stories and shares from a wide variety of members, including men and women, prisoners, and international members. In addition, ESSAY provides Fellowship announcements and information on subjects such as new meetings, Fellowship events, and our service structure. We hope that all of the articles we publish will offer useful information and provide experience, strength, and hope to all who suffer from the disease of sexaholism. Fellowship actvities such as international conventions, regional events and local events appear in the Calendar section. Each issue has a theme and various sections to share sexaholic stories and practical tools. In addition to letters and group news, ESSAY offers short, edited articles written by members about recovery and our solution. The Practical Recovery Tools section features members sharing on the topic, “Exactly how I did it.” Submissions may also include meditations, poetry, and humor. ESSAY is guided by the principles of the Twelve Steps, Twelve Traditions and Twelve Concepts. Each issue contains the following statement:
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Friday Feb 21, 2025
Friday Feb 21, 2025
Ich bin in einem religiösen Zuhause aufgewachsen. Mein Vater war ordinierter Pfarrer und unsere Familie pflegte viele religiöse Bräuche. So sehr mein Vater auch die Lehre predigte, er lebte die kirchlichen Prinzipien zu Hause nicht, zumindest habe ich es so erlebt. Mein sexuelles Ausleben begann in sehr jungen Jahren und beinhaltete Isolation, Fantasie, Geheimnisse, Verstecken – ein echtes Doppelleben.
Friday Feb 21, 2025
Friday Feb 21, 2025
Ich war katholisch, dann protestantisch ... auch ein Pastor, ein Missionar ... und ein Sexaholiker. Das war ich, nicht ganz so nett auf den Punkt gebracht. Gott war immer ein wichtiger Teil meines Lebens. Ich habe die frommen religiösen Praktiken meiner Mutter voll und ganz übernommen und mich voll und ganz in der Kirche engagiert. Ich liebte die Tatsache, dass die Menschen mich akzeptierten und bewunderten. Ein "guter Junge" zu sein, entsprach genau meinem Bedürfnis nach Anerkennung. Je mehr Gutes man tat, desto mehr Respekt verdiente man. Ich habe diese Kultur von ganzem Herzen angenommen.
Friday Feb 21, 2025
Friday Feb 21, 2025
"Wir fassten den Entschluss, unseren Willen und unser Leben der Sorge Gottes - wie wir ihn verstanden - anzuvertrauen." (Schritt Drei)
Meine Herkunftsfamilie war spirituell geprägt und hatte einen festen Glauben an Gott. Mir wurde beigebracht, was richtig und falsch ist, doch ich glaubte, dass Gott mich nur liebte, wenn ich das Richtige tat. Als ich älter wurde und mich immer tiefer in meiner Sucht verstrickte, begann ich ein Doppelleben zu führen – nach außen hin voller Freude, doch innerlich gefangen in einem dunklen Geheimnis aus schamvoller Lüsternheit.
Friday Feb 21, 2025
Friday Feb 21, 2025
J'ai été catholique, puis protestant ... également pasteur, missionnaire ... et sexolique. C'était moi en quelques mots. Dieu a toujours occupé une place importante dans ma vie. J'ai pleinement adhéré à la pratique religieuse dévote de ma mère et je me suis pleinement engagé dans l'église. J'aimais que les gens m'acceptent et m'admirent. Être « un bon gars » correspondait parfaitement à mon besoin de reconnaissance. Plus vous faisiez le bien, plus vous gagniez le respect. J'ai adhéré de tout cœur à cette culture.
Friday Feb 21, 2025
Friday Feb 21, 2025
« Nous avons décidé de confier notre volonté et notre vie aux soins de Dieu tel que nous le concevions. (Troisième étape)
Ma famille d'origine était empreinte de spiritualité et croyait fermement en Dieu. On m'a appris à distinguer le bien du mal, mais j'ai cru que cela signifiait que Dieu ne m'aimait que si je faisais le bien. En grandissant et étant davantage piégé dans ma dépendance, j'ai commencé à vivre une vie à deux visages - une vie de joie à l'extérieur, mais avec un sombre secret de luxure rempli de honte à l'intérieur.
Friday Feb 21, 2025
Friday Feb 21, 2025
I’m Gene T., and I am humbled and very grateful to be sober in SA since December 30, 2008. And by God’s grace, I’m the committee chair for our International Convention in Dallas this summer (July 2025).
I don’t remember how long ago some of our sober members in the South Midwest Region began dreaming of a convention in Dallas. But when I heard it mentioned, I said, “Oh boy, but oh no!” I had been to several International Conventions and saw how much work went into creating those experiences. I was afraid.
Friday Feb 21, 2025
Friday Feb 21, 2025
I really never considered the spiritual side of life until I was 22 years old. I was meeting consistently with a counselor who started to convince me slowly over many months that there is more to life than just logic, reasoning, science, and intellect. I started to agree that intuition and self-reflection could have value, too. I read books on spirituality and became interested in mystical matters. I found it very exciting, but unfortunately I was not sober. My obsession with lust was actually getting worse, and my dabbling in spiritual things was not helping things.
Friday Feb 21, 2025
Friday Feb 21, 2025
I have always been, like every other creature with a heartbeat, in need of love. I needed attention from others, connection with others, and the knowledge that I was accepted for who I was. I was often overly sweet to my mom as a little girl and then as a teenager in hopes of receiving her love. However, no matter how much my mom loved me and how hard she tried to give us everything, I didn’t feel the love I so longed for. My father moved to the other side of the country when I was 10, so I couldn’t find it there, either. How I longed for that love, though, for their love. I longed for a sense of being good enough, for feeling I mattered, that I was seen—for safety, acceptance, and recognition.