Bachelor's Madison Prewett Details Porn Addiction
This story contains discussion of addiction.
You know Madison Prewett from Season 24 of The Bachelor, aka Peter Weber's season. She was the runner-up (but, it was complicated).
On a recent episode of her Stay True podcast, Madison revealed that she is 10 years "free" from being addicted to porn and masturbation. "That was something that enslaved me and marked me for so long," she said.
"That was something I felt like I could not break free from. No matter how much I loved Jesus, I could not shake that sin. I could not break free from porn and masturbation. And I would beat myself up and I would be bound by shame."
Madison explained that her upbringing meant that discussion of sex was "a big no-no," and that at the age of 13, a friend introduced her to an "extremely inappropriate" TV show where "everyone was naked." "I had never watched anything like that before, and my body started feeling things that I had never felt before," she said, "and I started you know wondering things that I'd never wondered before and then desiring it and then wanting it."
Madison said that this led to her addiction, which "continued for a long time" and "bled into relationships." "When I would start dating someone, I pushed so many boundaries physically, she said. "I found myself continuing to push boundaries and continuing to go further than I knew deep down in my heart that I wanted to go or that I knew I should go."
Madison claims that 'confessing to God and confessing to other believers" was what led her to deal with her addiction. "Obviously, that doesn't mean I went from that moment and never struggled again—absolutely not," she added. "It's still a choice for me every single day, even as a married woman, to not return back to the past of my sexual sin addictions."
"It's still a choice every single day for me not to choose to lust after things that I see online or to give into a feeling that arises. I will not be mastered by my cravings."
You can watch the entire podcast episode here.
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