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I live in Salt Lake City, and yeah, I’ve sat in those rooms. I wanted a quick fix. I got slow tools instead. Funny how that works, right? This piece expands on what I wrote in My Honest Take: Porn Addiction Treatment in SLC, so consider it the lived-footnotes version.

Here’s what I tried, what helped, and what fell flat for me.

Where I started (and why I stayed)

I hit a wall last winter—late nights, secret screens, shame that stuck like gum. I didn’t want to tell anyone. But I made two calls and sent one shaky email. That’s how it began.

I tried three paths here in SLC:

• One-on-one with a CSAT therapist (that’s a Certified Sex Addiction Therapist) in Sugar House.
• A small group program on the east side that ran like a LifeStar-style track—lessons, homework, check-ins.
• SAA meetings downtown (Sex Addicts Anonymous). Find a local meeting list here.

Each one had a different feel. Each one mattered in a different way.

1) CSAT therapy in Sugar House: steady and real

It was a small office—soft chair, box of tissues, kind eyes. Sessions were 50 minutes. My therapist had clear steps. We did a “trigger map,” set phone rules, and wrote a boundary plan. Sounds simple. It wasn’t.

Real example: After a bad slip during a long work night, I wanted to quit. She didn’t scold me. She asked me to write a “rupture and repair” note. Three parts: what happened, what I needed, and one tiny change I’d try this week. I put my phone in a locked kitchen box at 10 p.m. That box cost twenty bucks. It saved my mornings.

Pros:

• Clear plan. Measurable steps.
• Trauma lens. No blame.
• Homework that didn’t feel cheesy.

Cons:

• $120–$160 a session. I used HSA money.
• Two-week wait to get in.
• Felt slow at first—like lifting small weights.

Standout tool: The HALT check (Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired). If I was two or more, I didn’t trust my brain. I ate, texted a friend, or took a short walk at Liberty Park. Old me would have scrolled. New me walked under the trees and just breathed. Simple. Not easy.

By the way, if you’re curious about alternative methods outside the classic therapy lane, a friend swears by the approach covered in I Tried Hypnosis for Porn Addiction—What Actually Happened. I passed on that route, but the write-up shows what it looks like when you mix headspace apps with a hypnotist’s couch.

2) Group program on the east bench: awkward, then helpful

I thought groups would be awful. They were—at first. Plastic chairs in a circle. Dry cookies. Weird silence. But then week four hit. We drew a “values ring” and shared one thing we’d protect this month. Mine was sleep. A dad next to me chose honesty with his wife. Different lives, same ache.

Real example: We used a green-yellow-red system for urges. I texted “yellow” to my buddy after a hard day. He replied, “Go to the gym. Ten minutes.” I went. I didn’t want to. But the urge passed. Not magic—just a nudge I needed.

Pros:

• Real stories. Real tools.
• Cheaper than weekly therapy (I paid $50 a week).
• Accountability that didn’t feel heavy.

Cons:

• One guy overshared at first. The coach fixed it, but yeah—uncomfy.
• Homework stack got big in week 6.
• Some faith talk was a bit much for me. Still, most folks were respectful.

Standout tool: Three circles. Inner circle (don’t do), middle circle (risky), outer circle (healthy stuff). When I was in the middle circle—late-night scrolling, closed door—I would move to the outer circle fast. Dishes. Push-ups. Journal on the porch. Tiny moves that break the loop.

3) SAA meetings downtown: free, frank, and steady

Donation can. Folding chairs. Quiet men and a few women. No one asked for my last name. I heard words I’d been scared to say out loud. I didn’t feel broken anymore.

Real example: My first 30-day chip felt silly. Then I put it in my pocket and rubbed it during a tense work call. It grounded me. I know that sounds small. But small wins stack.

Pros:

• Free. Easy to show up.
• Sponsors who pick up the phone.
• Structure when my week felt wobbly.

Cons:

• Quality varies by meeting.
• A few steps didn’t click for me at first.
• If you want deep therapy, you still need therapy.

Standout tool: Bookend texts. “I’m starting a risky task.” Then later: “I’m done and safe.” It’s gentle pressure. The good kind.

If the SAA approach doesn’t click for you, another option in town is Sexaholics Anonymous; you can skim their Utah meeting schedule here and see if the format fits better.

A heads-up if you’re worried about the physical side effects that sometimes trail heavy porn use—there’s a no-BS discussion of erection issues over at Porn Addiction and Impotence: My First-Person Review of What Helped and What Flopped. Worth a read if that topic keeps you up at night.

Tools that actually helped in SLC life

• Phone lock box at 10 p.m. Night brain is a trickster.
• Screen filters: I used Canopy on my phone and Covenant Eyes on my laptop. Were they perfect? No. But they added speed bumps, which I needed.
• Liberty Park loops. One lap, no podcast, slow breath. If you see me there, you don’t.
• “Two-minute rule.” If I feel a wave, I set a timer, stand up, and change rooms. Most urges shrink by then.
• Seasonal thing: Winter inversion hits hard. I got a cheap sunrise lamp. Morning mood got less gray.
• Oddly enough, reading no-nonsense breakdowns of popular adult sites at Wild Porn Reviews helped me spot exactly which triggers to block, so my filter list started making sense.

Another blind spot I had was live cam or chat sites; the rabbit hole isn’t just videos— it’s the real-time thrill of talking to strangers. I didn’t even know the most popular chat platforms until I stumbled across this rundown of where to find free adult chat online, which lays out the biggest chat hubs and lets you see exactly which ones you might want to pre-emptively block or avoid.

Another escalation pattern came up in small-group chats: when the thrill of videos and live cams flat-lines, some people start browsing local hookup classifieds to set up in-person meetings. To see exactly what that digital marketplace looks like—so you can recognize the triggers and maybe block them before they snowball—check out Backpage Suwanee which walks you through how modern escort ads are organized, deciphers the pricing shorthand, and flags the safety red-signals worth noting if you’re tightening your online filters.

One app readers keep asking about is Remojo—a blocker that mixes coaching, journaling, and hard stops on explicit sites. I ran it for two weeks, and the full pros, cons, and quirks are in I Tried Remojo to Calm My Porn Habit—Here’s What Actually Helped. Short version: speed bumps beat brick walls.

Culture check (this matters in SLC)

Some groups felt churchy. Some didn’t. I’m not LDS, but a lot of folks were. People were kind either way. If faith talk helps you, there are faith-based tracks. If it doesn’t, there are neutral rooms too. I learned to ask up front: “What’s the vibe? Faith-forward or neutral?” They told me straight.

If you ever move—or are just comparing scenes—there’s a sister write-up on the coastal vibe in My Honest Take: Getting Help for Porn Addiction in Long Beach. Same problem, totally different surfboard jokes.

Money, time, and the not-so-fun bits

• Cost: Therapy $120–$160. Group $40–$60. SAA donations were a few bucks.
• Insurance: My plan covered part of individual therapy with a superbill. Group wasn’t covered.
• Waitlists: Two to three weeks for a CSAT. Groups rotated every 8–12 weeks.
• Relapse: I had two slips in month two. I told on myself fast. That speed mattered more than being perfect.

Those stumbles tracked

Hi, I’m Kayla Sox. This one’s personal. I’m not proud of it, but I’m not hiding it either. I got stuck on gay porn for years. For the full back-story, I wrote a deeper review on living with gay porn addiction that lays everything bare.
It ate time, sleep, and peace. I’ll share what it felt like and what tools I used, like a real product review. No shock, no shame. Just real life.

You know what? Habits can get loud. But small changes can be louder.

What It Looked Like For Me

• Late nights after work. I’d say, “One video.” Then it was 2 hours. Sometimes more.
• I’d close my laptop at 2 a.m. My face was hot. My room was cold. I felt empty.
• Triggers were boring nights, scrolling, stress, and, weirdly, success. Good days made me chase “more.”
• Pride month felt heavy sometimes. Lots of joy out there, and I still felt stuck inside. That part hurt.

Ever catch yourself streaming every single day and wondering if that’s officially addiction? This breakdown digs into whether daily porn watching crosses the line.

One Monday, I told myself, “Lights out by 11.” By 12:40, I had five tabs open. I kept swapping tabs like it was a game. No details here. Just know my brain was buzzing, and my heart was tired. I fell asleep with my fan humming and a pit in my stomach. Not cute. Not me. The habit never tanked my performance, but reading this first-person review on porn addiction and impotence was a wake-up call.

Quick Truths I Learned

• It wasn’t about being gay. It was about stress and escape. If you’re wondering why so many guys slide down this slope, here’s my first-hand look at why men get addicted to porn.
• Willpower works… for a day. Friction works longer.
• Shame makes the loop tighter. Support makes space. I saw that exact loop mirrored in this blunt piece on the porn-addiction cycle.

Seeing how various adult platforms are built to keep you scrolling was eye-opening; the breakdowns at Wild Porn Reviews made the mechanics crystal clear.

The Tools I Tried (Real Use, Real Results)

1) Freedom (Mac, Windows, iOS, Android)

• What I did: I set a “Night Lock” from 9 p.m. to 6 a.m. on all devices. I used Locked Mode so I couldn’t stop it when cravings hit.
• What worked: Schedules felt like guard rails. I stopped the 1 a.m. spiral most nights.
• What didn’t: If I really wanted, I could use a spare browser.
• Rating: 4/5
• Further reading: This comprehensive review of the Freedom app dives deep into its distraction-blocking power.

2) Cold Turkey Blocker (Mac/Windows)

• What I did: I blocked whole site categories, plus keywords, and ran a 14-day “Frozen” plan. No edits.
• What worked: Rough, but effective. It’s like a steel door. I slept better in week one.
• What didn’t: It once blocked a work research site. I had to wait it out.
• Rating: 4.5/5
• Further reading: This in-depth Cold Turkey Blocker analysis covers capabilities and real-world user experiences.

3) BlockSite (Chrome extension + Android)

• What I did: Quick blocks during work hours.
• What worked: Easy and fast.
• What didn’t: Easy to remove. My brain knew the loophole.
• Rating: 3/5

4) iPhone Screen Time / Android Digital Wellbeing

• What I did: I set a 1-minute limit on browsers after 9 p.m. My friend set the passcode.
• What worked: That tiny delay broke the “auto” habit. I’d sigh, then go to bed.
• What didn’t: If I had the code, game over.
• Rating: 4/5

5) Router-Level Filters (OpenDNS / CleanBrowsing)

• What I did: I set filters on my home Wi-Fi and hid the admin password from myself. Yes, really.
• What worked: Every device at home got cleaner. Fewer late-night “just one search” moments.
• What didn’t: Away from home, it didn’t help.
• Rating: 4/5

6) Covenant Eyes / Ever Accountable (Accountability Apps)

• What I did: I picked one. I asked a friend to be my “ally.” Weekly check-ins, not scolding. We used short texts like “How’s nights?”
• What worked: Knowing someone might see my patterns slowed me down. And the talks helped more than the software.
• What didn’t: It felt too heavy for me long-term. Privacy is a real thing. We moved to manual check-ins after two months.
• Rating: 3.5/5 (but 5/5 for the human part)

7) Fortify (Education + Habit App)

• What I did: Daily lessons, urge tracking, simple journal prompts like “What was I feeling?”
• What worked: It gave me words for feelings. I learned HALT (Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired). Simple and true.
• What didn’t: Streaks made me anxious. I stopped counting days and tracked sleep instead.
• Rating: 4/5

8) Focusmate (Body-double work sessions)

• What I did: 25–50 minute co-working with a camera on. Even at night when I felt twitchy.
• What worked: Urges faded when I wasn’t alone with a screen. Wild but real.
• What didn’t: Not great at midnight. I switched to earlier evenings.
• Rating: 4/5

9) Little Rules That Stuck

• Phone sleeps in the kitchen. I use a $15 alarm clock. Boring works.
• 3-2-1 rule at night: 3 hours before bed, no heavy meals; 2 hours, no work; 1 hour, no screens. I miss it sometimes, but it helps.
• Cold water on my face when cravings spike. Sounds silly. Works fast.
• Rating: 5/5 for friction beats willpower

What Didn’t Help Me

• Shame spirals. I’d say “I’m broken.” Then I’d watch more. So I dropped that script.
• Big clean sweeps. I’d delete everything. Then I’d binge. Now I remove, but I also add new habits.
• Endless streaks. Day counts made me stressed. I track sleep and mood now.
• Filters alone. Blocks help, but they’re just a seatbelt. I still had to steer.

A Few Real Moments

• Snow day last winter. I felt lonely. My hands kept reaching for the laptop. I texted my friend “nope.” We traded cat pics for 10 minutes. Urge passed.
• Pride week. I felt happy and shaky. I set Freedom to max. I went to a local show instead. Loud music. Bright lights. I came home tired and fine.
• Tuesday at 10 p.m. after a fight with my partner. I wanted the numb. I washed dishes. Slow. Warm water. I breathed. Not perfect, but better.

If You Want A Simple Plan

• Pick one blocker and set a night schedule. Don’t overthink.
• Choose one person. Ask for 2 check-ins a week. Short and kind.
• Sleep with your phone outside your room. Yes, that one.
• Learn HALT. If you’re hungry, angry, lonely, or tired, care for that first.
• Keep a one-line log: “What time did I go to bed?” Watch the pattern change.

Tiny steps stack. That’s the review nobody markets, but it’s the one that lasts.

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Who Might Like What

• Students: Cold Turkey + Focusmate. Keeps study time clean.
• Parents: Screen Time with a friend holding the code. Add router filters.

I wish this was easy. It isn’t. But here’s my straight-up review of living with porn addiction as a couple. I’m not a therapist. I’m a partner who stayed, left once, and then came back with new rules. And yes, we still love each other. Some days, that feels big. Some days, it feels small.
For anyone who wants the play-by-play of how we first spotted the problem and decided to fight it together, I laid it all out in this unfiltered chronicle of living with porn addiction in our relationship.

How It Started (I Didn’t Want To See It)

At first, I shrugged it off. Late-night scrolling. Long showers. The “I’m just tired” line. He made jokes, and I laughed too loud. I told myself, it’s normal. Everyone does it. But the jokes got mean. The hugs felt hollow. I started feeling like background noise in my own home.

One night I woke at 2 a.m. The blue light hit the ceiling. He snapped the phone face down. My stomach dropped. I said, “Everything okay?” He said, “Yeah.” But we both knew it wasn’t.

What It Felt Like On My Side

Jealous? Yeah. But not of people. I was jealous of a screen. That sounds silly. Still true. I felt small. I felt replaced. I watched him pull away, and I pulled away too. We stopped kissing in the kitchen. We stopped laughing during dishes. My body felt like a test I kept failing.

Honestly, I felt angry at the internet. Then I felt angry at myself. Then I felt numb. You know what? Numb was worse.

For a deeper examination of how pornography reshapes couple dynamics, including impaired emotional closeness and distorted expectations around commitment, this comprehensive overview offers a clear breakdown.

What He Said vs. What I Heard

He said, “It’s just stress. It helps me sleep.”
I heard, “You’re not enough.”

He said, “I can quit whenever.”
I heard, “I won’t try.”

He said, “It’s not about you.”
I heard, “Don’t ask me to change.”

We both missed the point. He was stuck. I was hurt. And we were quiet.

Fixes That Flopped

We tried a few things that crashed and burned:

• Phone checks. I turned into a cop. He turned into a ninja. We both got sneaky.
• Cold turkey with no plan. Day three hit, and cravings hit harder. He relapsed. I cried. He hid it. I knew.
  If you’re curious about what worked and what totally tanked for another couple, take a peek at My Husband’s Porn Addiction: What Helped, What Hurt; their trial-and-error list felt painfully familiar.
• Guilt texts. I sent long “How could you?” messages. He shut down. Shame grew. Trust shrank.

I thought more control would help. It didn’t. It just made new hiding spots.

The Moment We Named It

We sat on the floor one Sunday. He said, “I think it’s an addiction.” He cried. I did too. Naming it didn’t fix it. But it cut the fog. It gave us a target. And a tiny bit of hope.

We made a plan that night. Not perfect. But real.

What Actually Helped Us

Here’s what changed the game for us. Not overnight. But week by week.

• Therapy, for both of us. He met with a CSAT (a therapist trained in sexual addiction). I met with my own therapist, because I needed support too.
• Clear house rules. No screens in bed. No phones in the bathroom. Devices charge in the kitchen after 9:30 p.m. We kept it simple so we could keep it.
• Tech help. We used Covenant Eyes for accountability, plus Freedom to block sites during late hours. We also tried Fortify for habit tracking. Not magic, but helpful guard rails.
• A real check-in script. Five minutes after dinner: “Any urges? Any slips? What helped today?” No yelling. No rolling eyes. Just facts and care.
• An outside person. He got an accountability buddy from a recovery group. I stopped being his only safety net, which was a relief.
• Touch without pressure. Hugs. Back rubs. Holding hands during TV. Strange thing: when we took sex off the to-do list for a while, we felt closer. Then trust came back in small steps.
  Another spouse spelled out her playbook in How I Helped My Husband With Porn Addiction, and we borrowed more than one tip.

Reading third-party breakdowns of the industry, like this eye-opening piece on Wild Porn Reviews, helped us understand why quitting felt so hard.

I know that list reads strict. It didn’t feel strict. It felt safe.

Small Wins (The Quiet Kind)

• Sunday walks. No phones, just coffee and sneakers. We noticed trees again. That mattered.
• A bedside book stack. When he wanted to scroll, he reached for pages instead. I left sticky notes that said “Thanks for trying.” Corny? Maybe. It worked.
• The one-day rule. We stopped talking about forever. We asked, “Can we do the plan today?” Most days, yes.
  Reading the raw stories in Wives of Porn Addicts: My Honest First-Person Review reminded me I wasn’t the only one tip-toeing around search histories.

I baked a lot of banana bread during that time. Not because I love banana bread. Because it made the house smell warm. It reminded me life could still be sweet.

Red Flags I Won’t Ignore Again

• Lying after a slip, then gaslighting. That breaks things fast.
• Blaming me for his choices. Nope.
• Cruel jokes about bodies. Not okay.
• Spending money on content after we set a boundary. That’s a breach.

If those showed up, we paused and reset. Sometimes we slept apart for a night. Not punishment. Just space to calm down and think.
Some partners reach a point where walking away is the healthiest call; I Divorced a Porn Addict—My Honest Take explains that crossroads better than I ever could.

If You’re The One Struggling

I asked him what he’d tell someone like him. He said this:

• Tell the truth sooner than you want to. Shame hates light.
• Make a plan you can actually do. One or two rules, not twenty.
• Get a buddy who isn’t your partner. Meetings help. He tried SAA. He didn’t love every part, but he found two guys he could text at 1 a.m. That saved him more than once.
• Move your body when urges hit. Short walks worked better than white-knuckling.
• Count streaks if it helps, but don’t make the number your god. If you slip, reset and learn one thing.
  If your triggers lean toward same-sex content, the candid insights in Living With Gay Porn Addiction and What Actually Helped prove the recovery basics still apply.

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If You’re The Partner

Please eat. Please sleep. Please tell one friend who can hold your story without gossip. I also tried S-Anon for a while. Sitting in a room with people who got it made me breathe again.

Write down your non-negotiables. Mine were simple:

• No lying.
• No porn on shared devices.
• No blaming me.

When those held, I could stay. When they didn’t, I took a break. Taking a break didn’t mean I stopped loving him. It meant I loved me too.

Tools We Actually Used

• Covenant Eyes for accountability screenshots and reports
• Freedom for blocking sites during late hours
• Fortify or Brainbuddy for tracking and skills
• Qustodio on the home router when we needed stronger filters

None of these fix the heart stuff. But they lower the noise, so you can do the heart work.

The Hard Truth And The Soft One

Here’s the hard truth: porn addiction can gut a home. It can scrape out trust, bit by bit.
[Porn addiction can profoundly impact relationships, leading to

I’m Kayla. I’m a Muslim woman. And yes, I’ve wrestled with porn. It felt lonely and loud. Shame sat in my chest like a stone. I wanted help that fit my faith. I wanted tools that didn’t treat me like a machine.

So I tested a bunch of tools and programs over a year. Some were faith-based. Some were just solid tech. I kept notes. I wrote down what worked on good days and what saved me on bad nights. I compiled the full experiment in a separate deep-dive—I Tried Islamic Tools for Porn Addiction—What Helped Me, What Didn’t—for anyone who wants every gritty detail.

Here’s the truth, simple and plain.

The Starter Kit I Actually Used

I didn’t try everything on earth. I tried what I could stick with.

• Purify Your Gaze (online Muslim program)
• Covenant Eyes (accountability app) with CleanBrowsing DNS (filter)
• Canopy (AI filter) on my phone
• Brainbuddy (habit app) for streaks and daily tasks
• The book “Purification of the Heart”
• A tiny paper journal I kept in my purse
• Fasting on Mondays and Thursdays when I had the energy
• A buddy from my masjid who checked in once a week

That mix sounds like a lot. It wasn’t. I stacked them slow. Two things first. Then one more. Like building with blocks, not bricks.

Purify Your Gaze — Gentle, Faith-First, Not Cheap

I did Purify Your Gaze for eight weeks. There were lessons on shame, triggers, and tawbah. The tone was kind. No yelling. No scare charts. The coach I had didn’t make me feel dirty. We talked about nervous system stuff, not just “be stronger.” I liked that.

Real moment: It was 3 a.m., and I felt that rush. You know the one. I opened the course notes, did a short dhikr breath (4 counts in, 6 out), and messaged my coach. He replied by morning. That reply didn’t fix me. But it kept me from the spiral that night.

What I didn’t love: Price. It’s not cheap. Also, some parts felt slow. I wanted faster steps, more tools-per-week. Still, for faith fit and heart care, it worked.

Covenant Eyes + CleanBrowsing — Boring, But It Saved Me

I set up CleanBrowsing DNS on my phone and laptop. It blocks adult stuff at the network level. Then I used Covenant Eyes for accountability. I picked my buddy. She got reports. I hated that idea at first. Then I loved it.

Real moment: I was in a hotel with sketchy Wi-Fi. I typed something risky. The page blocked. My face burned. I made wudu in the tiny sink and prayed two quick rak’ahs. The urge passed. It wasn’t magic. It was speed bumps. And speed bumps help.

Cons: Overblocking hits normal sites sometimes. It broke one cooking blog I like. Also, Covenant Eyes slowed my phone a bit. Not terrible. Just a bit sticky.

Canopy — Smart Filter, Battery Hog

Canopy caught stuff the DNS filter missed. It scans images on the fly, which is pretty cool. It also drains battery. On heavy days, my phone felt warm and tired. False positives were rare but funny. It once blurred a swimsuit ad so hard that it looked like abstract art.

Good for families. Good for phones. But don’t set it and forget it. It works best with check-ins and clear rules.

Brainbuddy — Streaks That Don’t Judge

Brainbuddy gave me daily tasks. Short videos. Little wins. A streak timer. I’m not a streak person. But the checklists helped on blah days. I didn’t treat it like a cure. I treated it like a coach who shows up even when I don’t want to talk.

Tip: I lined the tasks with prayer times. Fajr task. Dhuhr check-in. ‘Asr stretch. That rhythm felt like a rope I could hold.

Purification of the Heart — My Quiet Companion

This book sat by my bed. I read one page a night. Sometimes less. It gave me words for what I felt: desire, pride, despair, hope. It didn’t scold me. It called me up. I underlined a line on despair and made it my lock screen for a week.

Also, journaling helped. After Jumu’ah, I wrote three things:

• What triggered me this week?
• What worked?
• What will I try before Maghrib today?

Simple. Real. No filters needed.

Faith Pieces That Actually Moved the Needle

Prayer on time. Not perfect. Just on time, more days than not. Short duas when the urge hit. A cold splash of water and a walk around the block. Fasting on Mondays and Thursdays gave me space from mindless scrolling. Not every week. Some weeks I just ate dates and kept going. If you’re curious about the nuts and bolts of turning salah and dua into real-world guardrails, my longer reflection—Prayer for Porn Addiction: What Helped Me, What Didn’t—breaks that process down.

You know what? Community mattered most. A buddy who gets it. Someone who doesn’t flinch. We met for coffee after ‘Isha. We said the quiet parts out loud. That took the sting away.

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Hard Moments I Still Remember

• Hotel Wi-Fi night: DNS saved me, then wudu, then bed.
• Ramadan week two: Great streak. After Eid? Crash. I felt gross. I told my buddy. We set a tiny reset: no phone in bed for three nights. That helped more than I expected.
• Work-from-home slump: Lonely, rainy day. I wrote “HALT” on a sticky note: hungry, angry, lonely, tired. I was two of the four. I ate soup, called my sister, and the urge faded.

None of this made me superhuman. It made me honest. For an even rawer look at the day-to-day grind, I put together My Honest Take: Fighting Porn Addiction as a Muslim—it’s basically the journal I wish I’d had when I started.

What Fit My Deen And What Felt Off

Fit well:

• Language of tawbah and mercy
• Tools that don’t shame
• Real plans for urges, not just rules
• A buddy of the same gender, chosen by me

Felt off:

• “Just be strong” talk (that never worked)
• Mixed spaces for very raw shares (I wanted clear boundaries)
• Tech-only fixes with no heart work

Costs, Privacy, And Small Frictions

Money adds up: filters, apps, coaching. If you’re on a budget, start cheap. CleanBrowsing has a free plan. Use Screen Time or Focus modes on iPhone. Put your router in the living room. Low-tech steps still count.

Privacy: Choose a buddy you trust, and talk about what reports show. Keep control. You can pause stuff when you travel, but tell someone. Secrets are where slips love to live.

Quick Picks (If You’re Like Me)

• Need faith-first support? Purify Your Gaze helped my heart, not just my habits.
• Need strong guardrails? CleanBrowsing + Covenant Eyes made me pause, then breathe.
• Need gentle daily structure? Brainbuddy gave me small wins without shame.
• On a budget? Use free DNS, Screen Time, and a real buddy. Add fasting when you can.

If you’re a data-nerd like me and want to see how dozens of blockers and accountability apps stack up head-to-head, check the charts over at Wild Porn Reviews; they give raw numbers without the guilt trip.

Small Habits That Stuck

• Phone sleeps in the kitchen, not the bedroom.
• Shower and wudu after a close call. Fresh start, right away.
• Qur’an audio during late-night work. Soft, steady, grounding.
• Two-minute walk when the urge spikes. Sunlight if I can. Hallway if I can’t.

Final Take — It’s Not Magic, But It’s Mercy

I didn’t get “fixed.” I got supported. I still

• Sex Addicts Anonymous meetings (he tried three)

  • My take: The first felt awkward. The second felt less awkward. The third stuck. Hearing “me too” helps more than clever tips.
  • Rating: 8/10
  • Looking for a meeting? The Sex Addicts Anonymous (SAA) Meeting Finder lists in-person, online, and phone options so you can choose what feels safest to start.

• CSAT therapist (in-person, Certified Sex Addiction Therapist)

  • My take: This was the big one. He needed someone who spoke this exact language. Shame fell off his face in week two. Not cheap, but worth it.
  • Rating: 10/10
  • If you’re searching for a qualified professional in your area, the American Association of Sexuality Educators, Counselors, and Therapists (AASECT) directory is a solid starting point for finding certified counselors who specialize in sexual health and addiction.

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I’m Kayla. I’m not a counselor. I’m a spouse who got blindsided. My wife is kind and smart and funny. She also got stuck on porn. It snuck into our home like a leak you don’t see. Then one day, the floor felt soft under my feet.
Reading a story that mirrored ours—Living With My Wife’s Porn Addiction: What Actually Helped Us—let me know we weren’t the first couple to face this.

You know what? I felt angry. Then sad. Then scared. Sometimes all in the same hour. I also wanted help that wasn’t preachy or fake. So I tried stuff. Real tools. Real rules. Some worked. Some made things worse.

Supporting a partner through porn addiction recovery can be challenging, but understanding and implementing effective strategies can make a significant difference, and The Family & Youth Institute’s guidance on this gave me fresh language for those first, shaky conversations.

Let me explain.

How I Found Out (And How It Felt)

It started small. Late nights with her phone. Headphones in bed. Foggy mornings. The big sign? The browser history was squeaky clean, like too clean. One Sunday, I found her phone in the bathroom, screen still lit, Incognito tab open. My stomach dropped. My hands shook.

I didn’t scream. I also didn’t stay calm. I did the messy middle. I cried. She cried. She said she felt shame. She also said she felt stuck. That word—stuck—kept echoing.
It reminded me of the endless loop described in I Lived the Porn Addiction Cycle—Here’s My Honest Take, a read that helped us put words to the spiral.

What We Tried: Tools And Truth

I used a lot of tools. Not just one.
Another couple’s perspective in My Honest Take: Living With Porn Addiction In Our Relationship pushed us to experiment instead of waiting for a perfect plan. I wish one was magic. It wasn’t. But a stack of simple things made it livable.

Covenant Eyes (Accountability App)

• What it does: It watches for risky images and sends reports to a partner. It runs across devices.
• What I liked: It made the secret feel less secret. The reports were plain. I didn’t have to snoop. I could just talk when a flag came in.
• What bugged me: Battery drain on her phone. It sometimes flagged normal stuff (Pinterest bikini pics got flagged a lot). Privacy got tricky; she felt watched all the time.
• Cost when we tried: A monthly fee. Not huge, not tiny. Worth it for a few months, but not forever for us.

A real moment: One Tuesday, I got a high-risk alert while I was at work. My chest got tight. I texted her, “Are you okay?” She replied, “I had a rough morning. I stopped.” We talked that night—no yelling. We picked one small change for the next day. That helped more than a lecture.

Freedom (Website and App Blocker)

• What it does: Blocks websites and apps on a schedule across devices.
• What I liked: Timers. The “no access after 10 pm” schedule helped nights feel calmer. Set it and forget it.
• What bugged me: She could kill a session on one device if she was the admin. We fixed that by putting me as admin. Still, if she really wanted to break it, she could. It’s a tool, not a jail.
• Real example: One night she tried Private Browsing. Freedom still blocked the sites we listed. She sighed, put the phone down, and grabbed a book. Not perfect, but it broke the loop.

Apple Screen Time + Family Sharing

• What it does: Blocks adult content and sets time limits on iPhone and iPad.
• What I liked: It’s built in and free. The “Limit Adult Websites” toggle blocked a lot.
• What bugged me: Power dynamic. I held the passcode. That felt icky. We made a rule: we both hold the code in a sealed envelope in a drawer. Weird? Maybe. But it felt fair.

Brainbuddy (Habit App)

• What it does: Tracks streaks, daily check-ins, and triggers. Offers short lessons.
• What I liked: Quick morning check-ins. It asked, “What’s your trigger today?” and gave one tiny task, like a one-minute breathing drill.
• What bugged me: The cheerleader tone felt cheesy to my wife. Notifications were naggy. Still, even cheesy can help at 11 pm when your brain is loud.
  For people who need something quieter, the distraction-free setup of Remojo is another app friends have sworn by.

OpenDNS FamilyShield (Router-Level Filter)

• What it does: Blocks adult domains at the Wi-Fi level.
• What I liked: Incognito didn’t matter anymore. If the Wi-Fi said no, it said no.
• What bugged me: It over-blocked some safe sites. Also, mobile data could sneak past. We handled that with carrier filters, which were hit or miss.

Therapy (Couples + Individual)

• What we used: Local therapist at first; later we tried an online service for scheduling.
• What I liked: A neutral room. A script for hard talks. Our therapist asked, “What does safety look like this week?” Not forever. Just seven days. That saved us.
• What bugged me: Not cheap. Our first therapist wasn’t a good fit. We switched. That felt awkward. It was still worth the hassle.

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Rules That Didn’t Feel Like Prison

We wrote them on a sticky note. Not cute. Not fancy. Just clear.

• No phones in bed. We charge in the kitchen.
• Screens off at 10 pm on weeknights.
• If there’s a slip, say it within 24 hours. No long hiding.
• If a slip happens, we add one small support the next day (walk, call a friend, or turn on a stricter block for a week).

One time, she told me about a slip before the report arrived. That mattered way more than the slip. Honesty beat control.
We had to decide whether daily viewing automatically meant addiction; the balanced view in Is Watching Porn Every Day an Addiction? My Honest Take helped us carve out our own definition.

The Emotional Stuff (That I Didn’t Want To Admit)

I wanted control. I wanted to fix it with a switch. I also wanted her to just stop. That doesn’t happen. Stress, shame, boredom, and late nights were the triggers. So we made boring things less boring. We added puzzles on the coffee table. We cooked soup on Sundays. We watched dumb comedies. Small, small stuff. It sounds silly, but it helped.

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And yes, I still felt hurt. I also felt hope when she told the truth fast. That became our signal: not perfection, but quick honesty.

What Worked Best For Us

• Layered tools, not one silver bullet.
• Covenant Eyes for a season, not forever.
• Freedom schedules every night and weekend mornings.
• Screen Time “Adult Limit” always on.
• Router filter at home, plus a “phone basket” by the door.
• Therapy every other week. Short goals, not grand ones.
• A check-in question at dinner: “Green, Yellow, or Red today?” No details. Just a color. Green means steady. Yellow means watchful. Red means “I need help now.”

What I

I was scared to walk in. My hands shook. My voice did too. But I went.

I’m talking about Porn Addicts Anonymous. I went because I was tired of hiding and tired of feeling stuck. If you’re curious, the fellowship’s own official website lists meeting times and a concise overview of their approach.

I wanted a group that got it, not a lecture. You know what? I found people who knew my mess. They didn’t flinch.

For a fuller breakdown of what to expect at your first PAA gathering, you can skim my expanded review of the program here.

That first meeting feeling

My first meeting was on a Tuesday, 7 p.m., in a church basement that smelled like coffee and old books. Folding chairs. A paper sign on the door. I heard, “We’re glad you’re here.” I sat in the back, near the exit, just in case.

We read a short welcome and some guidelines. First names only. No cross-talk while someone shares. I said, “I’m Kayla, and I’m a porn addict.” My heart was loud in my ears. But no one stared. A lady across the room nodded like she knew my story even if I didn’t say much.

I also tried a Zoom meeting the next day. Camera off at first. I listened to folks talk about urges, slips, and hope. The format felt calm. Predictable. For me, that was huge.

What actually helped me

• A sponsor who texted back fast. Mine told me, “Text me before, not after.” One night at 10:43 p.m., I wanted to act out. I typed, “I want to use.” She replied, “HALT. Are you Hungry, Angry, Lonely, or Tired?” I ate a cheese stick, took a short walk, and the wave passed. Simple, not magic. But it worked.
• The phone list. I didn’t think I’d use it. I did. On a Saturday, I called a woman named M. I said nothing smart. Just, “I’m not okay.” She told me to step outside and feel my feet on the ground. Weird, but it snapped me out of my head.
• Daily check-ins. I sent a one-line text each morning: “Plan: gym after work, no phone in bedroom, lights out by 11.” At night: “Kept plan. Craving at lunch. Walked.” It kept me honest.
• Clear rules for tech. We made a “safe tech” plan. No phone in bed. No private browsing. Screen Time limits. I put BlockSite on my laptop. On hard days, I parked my phone in the kitchen and used a $20 alarm clock. I felt silly. I also slept.
• The steps, but very simple. I wrote a list of triggers: boredom, late nights, scrolling. Then I wrote swaps: call someone, stretch, water, short prayer, or a silly dance break. Not cute—just real.
• A little ritual. When I hit 30 days, someone handed me a small chip. I cried. Not because of the coin. Because I had 30 days I didn’t think I could have.

What didn’t click for me

Not everything fit.

• Some meetings were mostly men. As a woman, I felt like a rare bird. I found a mixed group and a women’s meeting. That fixed it, but it took time.
• A few shares used words that felt heavy or too detailed. I asked for “gentle shares.” Most people got it. A couple didn’t. I learned to pick meetings that felt safe for me.
• The “Higher Power” talk made me tense at first. I was scared it meant one way to believe. But people said, “Use what works. Nature. The group. Your own idea.” I chose “the group” for a while. That helped.
• The pace can be slow. Change takes time. I wanted a quick fix. This is not that.

Little tools that made a big difference

• Covenant Eyes or a simple DNS block. I used Lockdown mode on my router. For anyone wanting built-in accountability, the team behind Covenant Eyes offers software that emails a weekly report to a trusted ally.
• A boredom kit on my desk: fidget ring, sticky notes, a stress ball, peppermint gum. Sounds like a kid, right? But my hands needed something to do.
• A “two-minute rule.” If an urge hits, I set a timer for two minutes and do literally anything else. Drink water. Ten push-ups. Wash one plate. Most urges loosen by then.
• Sunday tech clean-up. I delete apps that got sneaky. I reset limits. I plan my week. Simple hygiene for my brain.

Money, time, and how to show up

Meetings were free. They passed a basket. I gave a dollar or two when I could. Most meetings ran about an hour. I liked the ones with a short reading, timed shares, then a closing. I found meetings by searching for “Porn Addicts Anonymous meetings near me” and asking my doctor for local resources. Zoom made it easy when I felt shy.

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Who this helped, in my eyes

• Folks who like clear steps and people who check in on you.
• People who want free help and can give one hour a week, or more if needed.
• Anyone who’s tried to stop alone and keeps slipping.

Who might not love it?

• If group talk makes your skin crawl and you never want to share, it may feel rough.
• If any spiritual talk is a hard no, you might prefer a therapist-only plan or a secular peer group.

For me, I did both: PAA meetings and therapy. The combo felt sturdy, like two legs on the same stool.

If you’re leaning toward a more structured clinical route, there’s a candid rundown of porn addiction treatment options in Salt Lake City that compares inpatient, outpatient, and hybrid approaches.

A real bad day, and what I did

Work blew up. I was mad and tired. I almost slipped at 5:12 p.m. I did my tiny plan:

• Texted “RED” to my sponsor. She called.
• Put my phone in the hallway.
• Two minutes of box breathing: in 4, hold 4, out 4, hold 4.
• Opened my Step work and wrote three lines: “I feel small. I want relief. I can wait.” Then I took a short, ugly jog. Not cute. But it worked. I went to bed clean.

Pros and cons from my seat

Pros

• Real people. Real stories. No shame in the room.
• Free. Many times and places. Zoom helps.
• Simple tools that work when your brain is loud.
• Sponsors. You don’t have to white-knuckle it.

Cons

• Some rooms skew male; women’s voices can be few.
• A few shares can be too graphic for me.
• “Higher Power” talk can feel odd at first.
• It takes time. Change isn’t quick.

My take, plain and simple

Porn Addicts Anonymous didn’t fix me. It gave me a path. A phone list. A chair to sit in when my brain felt like a storm. I’ve had slips. I’ve had wins. I’ve learned to tell on my urges before they tell on me.

Would I recommend it? Yes. With care. Try three different meetings. Find a sponsor you trust. Keep what helps. Leave what doesn’t.

My score: 4 out of 5. Not perfect. Pretty helpful.

If you’re on the fence, here’s a small start: pick one meeting, one person to text, and one rule for your phone tonight. That’s enough for today. And if today is all you’ve got, that’s still a lot.

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