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Pink_Rose
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I am addicted to lying. This has been a lifetime problem, one that was and continues to be exacerbated by access to the internet. I like to chat anonymously with people and lie about who I am. While some may suggest I must be unhappy with my real life, this is not really the case either… I love my husband, my child, my family, my friends, my work, etc. I try and try and try and pray and pray and pray and confess and confess and confess, yet I can’t seem to get a grip on this need to fabricate and tell stories where there are none.
I don’t have a huge problem with lying in my real life. I don’t lie to my husband or children (we just have a 10 month old baby), except about the extent to which I lie on the internet. But I tell the truth regarding our finances, how much I love him, etc. And I REALLY DO LOVE HIM. A LOT!!!
I’ve only realized recently how addicting this is for me. I feel very trapped inside my own web of deceit, and I want to get out of it and stop before I really hurt someone. I know I have already hurt God by my actions.
I even feel physically addicted, b/c I can actually feel myself “relaxing” when I sign online and begin conversing with someone who thinks I am this or that.
Any suggestions? I am so ashamed about this that I can barely imagine explaining this to a counselor. I only live in the US for part of the year, too, so I’m not sure how available I would be to a long-term therapy solution. I am a transplant from Sweden.
To be honest, I think it might be partially a lack of attention problem. My husband tries hard but he is not very emotionally available to me. We have talked about it and he knows my struggles but I don’t think he realizes how much I need him and how much I crave emotional intimacy and physical presence. But, it can’t be entirely an attachment problem because even before my husband, I was doing this. We dated for a couple years though, and I was free from this addiction during that time. He was very attentive then and we spent a great deal of time together. I felt very valuable to him. …Except that I did grow up in an abusive home…so maybe that has something to do with it? I am not transferring responsibility: I know this is my problem and I am choosing to do it again and again. When I stop, though, I get so lonely I feel like I might die. So it always starts back up again. It was really bad when I was pregnant.
Can anyone help me? I’m sorry, I know I must sound like a really bad person. Please don’t try to hurt me with words, but be honest.
I don’t have a huge problem with lying in my real life. I don’t lie to my husband or children (we just have a 10 month old baby), except about the extent to which I lie on the internet. But I tell the truth regarding our finances, how much I love him, etc. And I REALLY DO LOVE HIM. A LOT!!!
I’ve only realized recently how addicting this is for me. I feel very trapped inside my own web of deceit, and I want to get out of it and stop before I really hurt someone. I know I have already hurt God by my actions.
Any suggestions? I am so ashamed about this that I can barely imagine explaining this to a counselor. I only live in the US for part of the year, too, so I’m not sure how available I would be to a long-term therapy solution. I am a transplant from Sweden.
To be honest, I think it might be partially a lack of attention problem. My husband tries hard but he is not very emotionally available to me. We have talked about it and he knows my struggles but I don’t think he realizes how much I need him and how much I crave emotional intimacy and physical presence. But, it can’t be entirely an attachment problem because even before my husband, I was doing this. We dated for a couple years though, and I was free from this addiction during that time. He was very attentive then and we spent a great deal of time together. I felt very valuable to him. …Except that I did grow up in an abusive home…so maybe that has something to do with it? I am not transferring responsibility: I know this is my problem and I am choosing to do it again and again. When I stop, though, I get so lonely I feel like I might die. So it always starts back up again. It was really bad when I was pregnant.
Can anyone help me? I’m sorry, I know I must sound like a really bad person. Please don’t try to hurt me with words, but be honest.