Breaking Up With Porn

52 Weeks of Freedom - Week 25

Mac Dohm

Jun 20, 2025

Two years ago, I wrote a break-up letter.

Not to a person, but to porn.

It wasn’t a perfect letter.

It didn’t instantly fix everything.

But it mattered.

Because it was my line in the sand.

My way of saying - This isn’t love. This isn’t life. And I’m done pretending it is.

My Break-Up Letter With Porn

This letter is the end of our relationship. At least the relationship we used to have.
Looking back, I can see that our relationship had some benefits, I can acknowledge that.
You taught me about my body and the thrill of pleasure. At the early age of 10, I could see what beauty looked like fully revealed and accessible. I gained so much wisdom for being so young.
You educated me about different techniques and positions which made me feel like the master. Someone with confidence, with skill, with power.
You were there to numb me where I did not want to encounter my trauma. The pains too deep to behold. You were the one who took them away, you provided me shelter. You provided me a place to hide from the monsters lurking in my mind. No person could do that for me.
You gave me the attention that I always deserved. You provided me anyone at my beck and call, fully undressed and ready to serve any of my needs.
You taught me how to be a man. How to take what is mine and how to demand attention. I deserved every second of it. I truly felt unstoppable at times.
You became my god, I worshipped every time you blessed me with your presence. You intoxicated me with ecstasy.
Then...
I started to realize…
That it was all a lie…All of it!
You turned me into something I never dreamed of becoming…
The monsters in my mind, incarnate.
From a lover, to a slayer.
From a builder, to a destroyer.
From a Christian, to a demon.
All of the trust I placed in you because of the powers you gave me…
All the lies I told to protect you, to defend you…
All of the times I betrayed the ones I loved, just to be with you…
You never loved me.
And you know what…
I never loved you.
You manipulated me.
You embarrassed me.
You desecrated my temple and my connection to my true God.
You transformed me into a liar, a robber, an adulterer.
You pillaged my integrity and raped my innocence.
You took everything from me.
Because of our relationship and your control over my mind…
My marriage ended.
My family separated.
My faith splintered.
My life was nearly taken by my own hand.
But you know what?
I’M HERE.
I’m breaking up with you, but you aren’t breaking up with me. I’m not done with you.
I’m coming for you.
I’m coming for revenge.
I’m coming to pay you back.
I’m coming to win the hearts and minds of others with truth and love.
I’m coming to end your reign.
Your reign over innocence.
Your reign over intimacy.
Your reign over trust.
Your reign over productivity.
Your reign over the true beauty of others and their God-given radiance.
Your reign over love and passion.
Your reign over living in the present and enjoying what is natural, what is real.
You are not a person.
You are not a website.
You are not a business.
You are a mind virus from the chasms of hell.
You are a deceiver.
You are a murderer.
You are a snake, and I’m coming to take your head off.
Your enemy,
Porn Free Millennial

Let’s take the fight back to porn, join me!

Why I Still Stand By It

Because porn was never a friend. It was a liar and a thief in disguise.
Because it taught me to settle for less instead of fighting for real connection.
Because even when I slipped again later that year, I had already declared what I truly wanted. And I kept coming back to that truth that porn is my enemy and that I am coming for its head.
Because I’m not today who I was then and that letter helped begin a greater transformation.
Because there’s good in this world and it is worth fighting for.

Your Turn: Write the Break-Up Letter

I’m not here to pressure you.

You don’t have to write it today.

But sometime soon, do it.

Privately, honestly, emotionally.

Write a letter to porn.

Tell it what it took from you.

Tell it why you’re walking away.

Tell it what you're choosing instead - freedom, integrity, connection, real love.

Because there’s power in naming things.

There’s healing in truth.

There’s clarity in declaring war on your enemy.

This Weekend’s Challenge:

Write your break-up letter with porn.
You don’t need to share it with anyone (though you can if you want).
Just write it. Reclaim your voice. Reclaim your power.

If you’ve already quit, write a letter from your new self to your old self - thanking them for making the break.

Closing Thoughts:

This exercise is not just about breaking up with porn.

It’s about choosing who you will be without it.

Your freedom.

Your future.

Your fight for something better.

Porn doesn’t get the final word in your story.

You do.

Get after it.

- Mac Dohm
Porn Free Millennial