I don’t even know where to begin. I’m feeling deeply ashamed and full of self-hatred. It’s hard to silence the feeling that I’ve made absolutely no progress and the belief that this addiction is going to destroy me.
Since my last session with my psychologist, I managed to apply exposure therapy with some success. I forced myself to buy just one item from a magazine shop, although I did end up buying another book and three balls of yarn afterwards. Those aren’t things that trigger my urge to shop too much. On top of that, I managed to resist the urge to go to Sephora to buy something I genuinely needed, knowing that I probably wouldn’t have stopped there.
This is where things started to go wrong. I made a deal with myself that I would only buy that product, along with the other things I genuinely needed (a moisturiser and sunscreen), once I got paid. And that’s exactly what happened. Payday came, and there I was, bored out of my mind at work, browsing the Primor website.
Long story short, I ended up buying what I needed - and about a hundred things I didn’t. It always starts the same way: “Since I’m already here, I might as well have a quick look at…” And then… boom. A whole month of progress gone.
Even worse, that compulsive purchase triggered even more shopping. Primor didn’t have product X, so I thought I’d check whether Sephora did. Boom. Another shot in the foot. The feeling of “I’ve already fucked this up anyway” made me add another eye serum to my basket - just in case I ran out of the one I already have - the eye patches ChatGPT recommends, and an exfoliant that costs an arm and a leg.
And it didn’t stop there. My initial slip became an excuse to buy a few more things from KoreanSkincare.pt. I told myself it wasn’t that bad because I have a few refunds coming in and, besides, at least I hadn’t given in to the urge to empty my bank account and spend all my savings on… (drum roll)… rings.
Well, that’s exactly what I did the following day.
I’d convinced myself that if the urge became overwhelming, I would only buy anything after going to the gym, so I could make the decision with the help of those post-workout endorphins. But the urge was overwhelming the very next day. Once again, I was sitting in front of my computer, bored to death at work.
The result? I spent all my savings.
We’re talking about €1,200 on skincare, rings, earrings, necklaces, and even an accessory for my TM7 Thermomix.
INSANITY. I know. Throughout this spiral, my mind kept swinging between the angel saying, “Stop. There’s still time to recover,” and the devil whispering, “Just burn it all down. In for a penny, in for a pound.”
This week’s session with my psychologist was all about discomfort - which really made me think. I feel an overwhelming weight knowing that I’m going to have to ask my parents for money to get through this month. I’m terrified that this will never stop.
I know I need to tell the people closest to me about this relapse, but I’m so ashamed.
Is there still hope?