Because what I have found to be one of the absolute worst effects of porn is that it numbs me to reality. To the good and the bad. It files down the sharpened points of agony when suffering comes into my life, but it also curtails the heights of joy when there is reason to rejoice.
The cure for loneliness has little to do with our external circumstances and almost everything to do with the weather going on inside of us. Michael Cusick describes it this way: “When you are empty, being alone with yourself is almost always a scary thing. But when you are full, it’s almost always a joy—like being with a good friend.”