About Me

Hi, call me Yogi. I’m a happily married man living in California, who used to have a deep secret.

You see, I was a porn addict for 15+ years.

I first stumbled across it at the age of 12. It was still in the days of dial up internet, so the images came slowly and videos were non-existent.

A few years later, when we got high speed internet, I became a full fledged addict. Everyday after school and before going to sleep, I started using porn.

I thought I was educating and entertaining myself at the same time. I was so wrong.

I thought that virtual images were all I needed to become confident sexually. But when I went off to college, I had a very different experience. I went by all four years without a single intimate moment.

I would literally have a beautiful, amazing, incredible, smart and funny girl sitting in my bed, and I couldn’t even kiss her.

I wasn’t bad looking. I learned later that many girls thought I was really cute and great boyfriend material. I just couldn’t make myself be interested in anyone, except as a pornographic fantasy AFTER they left my room.

That’s when I knew I had a problem. I kept going back to the images on the screen. That’s the only way I could get off.

And so began a long tortured road at trying to quit porn.

Willpower Failed Me

At first, I thought this would be an easy “habit” to kick. I just had to want it.

How wrong I was.

No matter how hard I tried, nothing seemed to work. This was not just a habit, it was an addiction.

I came from a religious family, so I had definitely picked up that God did not want me to watch these images. I would spend hours praying for help, but time and time again, I would fail. I kept wondering why even after asking God I kept failing.

“Has God abandoned me?” I would think as I would relapse again and again.

I carried around an immense amount of guilt every time I would watch these images and videos, and I became detached from my spiritual and religious beliefs, hating myself in the process.

Watching porn no longer held any pleasure for me. It was just a compulsion. And I hated myself for it.

“It’s All About The Science,” I naively thought

I graduated college without a single girlfriend, without so much as a passionate kiss. I seriously felt the lack in my life and I started to look elsewhere for answers about how to quit.

I stumbled across a series of videos, articles, and even a book that went into the harmful effects of porn on the brain and body.

“Aha!” I thought. “If I just learn enough about the harmful effects of porn, I can quit it forever!”

I became an encyclopedia about how porn was harmful. I could talk to my friends about the negative effects of it better than anyone else. But it didn’t help.

The monster inside would scream. The fight would go on for a day or two at most, and I would slip up again. Relapse. Crash and burn.

So, I started to learn “hacks” to help me quit. 

Memes, streaks, and cold showers made me a shivering failure

I would keep track of the number of days I’d been “pornfree” and hadn’t “fapped”. But something strange would happen when I would hit my best record…I would feel an inexplicable urge to “celebrate” by watching porn. And of course I would fail again.

I started to take cold showers and do pushups to channel this energy. But there are only so many cold showers I can take per day. Only so many pushups a day before I was exhausted.

Subjecting yourself to torture is not a sane way to quit an addiction.

And every night, my phone would call me and tell me to “have just one peek.” After all, I deserved it from taking those cold showers and working out so hard, right?

I thought if I toned down the images to just “sensual” images, it would be okay. But I would find myself sliding down the path towards the other stuff over and over again.

Failure, after failure, after failure for 10+ years.

But I was getting older and I thought that if I could just get into a relationship, this would all go away. I started dating, seeing some incredible people. Having very intimate experiences with them. But porn remained in the background. I would still crave digital images over the company of someone who loved me.

I would watch porn secretly. Keeping it from my partners.

Even after I got married, I would still sneak off and watch porn.

Then one day, I stumbled across an idea that changed my life…

This idea was so easy, so downright magical, I was able to quit porn once and for all. Overnight.

Without relying on your willpower, taking cold showers, and hating yourself with each failure.

It didn’t involve scaring yourself with science. It wasn’t about hypnotizing yourself either. It didn’t involve becoming a “fapstronaut” and joining some online community and keeping a counter.

It involved a simple way of “seeing” that changes everything forever, instantly. I started to see why I had failed in the past. Why everyone was doing it wrong!!!

I know I had to share this with others…

This website, and the coaching I provide is my service to help others escape from this trap as well.

Would you like to get started?