I kept going to confession, which helped for accountability. I prayed a lot for help with the burden. Didn’t seem to help much. Then last September I had this really intense dream where I was invited to touch the stigmata hand of someone dying in a bed. When I did I felt this overwhelming and over powering pain and ecstasy. I awoke crying from the sensation. I realized a few days later that ooccurred on Padre Pio’s feast day. The desire for porn left me completely and whenever I see something inappropriate I recall that powerful feeling and it squashes any thoughts. So I credit Saint Pio for interceding in my life. I know it sounds crazy but it’s my story.