I would get holy water and blessed salt and sprinkle your room, and begin to fill your mind with good stuff to crowd out the bad.
Thank you for the link to the man who had those visions. Unfortunately - other than adding the decadal prayer to my rosary - I am highly dubious about the reality of visions in general, and even in specific cases I find them odd. I prefer the scriptures and tradition.
As for holy salt, water, etc, it did nothing.
As I’ve written earlier, I’ve done a lot of praying, read a lot of books, had blessed “everything”, daily communion when I could, statues, relics, prayers to say before leaving and entering apartment, prayers in the morning and evening, blessed salt, holy water, my confirmation candle out and visible, statue of the Virgin Mary visible next to my monitor, etc… etc… etc…
Completely ineffectual. I only kept getting more and more sick. More and more depressed. And my habit was as strong as ever. God was not going to give me any aid to change my habit. It seems He preferred me being miserable, sick and masturbating, than becoming a saint.
And then I stopped.
After a few months of reconnecting with friends I had pushed away (following the advise of a spiritual advisor and people online, and even some saints, to remove unholy friendships), and then just treating myself with acceptance… I got better. Not quickly, but slowly and surely.
And I finally began to be able to sleep at night regularly, as I wasn’t fighting a nightly struggle not to masturbate. Now if I felt the need when I was about to sleep, I just did it, felt good about it and slept like a baby.
My health improved further.
I finally was so well again that I could get a job at reduced hours. 25 hours per week. But that increased as I got even better. 30 hours per week. 32 hours per week. And now finally 40 hours per week.
Now that I wasn’t plowing the internet for help in getting rid of masturbation, but accepted it as a normal and healthy act for any young adult, I could start reading other stuff. So I did self-studies in my field of business. Began reading books. And then I got promoted.
I began to eat right, exercise more. Be more happy and positive overall, because I was in fact more happy and positive overall. I cleaned up my apartment in the style of Marie Kondo and felt even happier.
Second promotion!
The Church made me sick, leaving made me healthy and full of happiness. I left it because I wanted to survive and not commit suicide. I still want to be sure I did the right thing, which is, among other reasons, why I’m here now and then.
As I’ve told people, I do intend to sit down with a spiritual advisor. Someone I know and trust. A good, pious, orthodox yet common-sense filled priest (which I need more right now than “Holy Spirit” filled), whom I’ve been an altar server for at times.
My big challenge is finding out how this could be, and how I can enter without becoming sick again.
Until I know that, I believe I have every natural reason to stay away from the Catholic Church.