My story (the adventure version).
Through high school, I was pretty popular with girls. I was far from a "lady's man" and never really went out of my way to get girls, and never had much interest in dating them. Things got pretty complicated during my junior year as 4 girls started competing for me without me realizing it. As time passed, I sought God's direction for several months, and after spending some time alone praying I thought that I finally knew God's will. I loved one of them more than the rest, I was going to date her until we got out of school and could marry.
Well, as the years passed, our relationship became sexual. We struggled through several issues, but I was still convinced that God had spoken to me; I had spent too long seeking and confirming His will for this to end. Perhaps the biggest issue was that I had chosen to go to college 10 hours away from my hometown, and her. The distance was painful for both of us, but we pushed through it for 2 years.
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Through out middle school and high school, and then into college, I had struggled with porn. I had worked closely with a youth pastor and gotten relief for quite a while until God called her and her family to move. I fell back shortly after and struggled and prayed and studied to find some way to solve this problem, some way to stop.
In college, one night as I lay in bed, I tearfully begged God, for probably the 100th time, to take away the desire. To cleanse my body. As I prayed, I was filled with a sort of dread. I prayed "Dear God, do anything, anything at all to help me." and I knew something big was going to happen.
A month or so later, I woke up one day with a terrible headache. It was exam week at school and I couldn't just stay in bed. I took some ibuprofen each morning and got through my exams, then headed home for christmas break.
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While still in high school, I became a "star" lacrosse player at my school. I wasn't allowed to play hockey due to the expense involved, but once I got on my own started playing. I was in pretty good physical shape, and though I wasn't hitting the gym every day, I would work out with free weights on occassion.
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So, while home this christmas, I started noticing that I wasn't able to lift nearly as much as I could normally lift. My left arm seemed to simply have forgotten how to work. Along with the headaches I had been experiencing, and some congestion and sore throat, I finally got an appointment with my family doctor. Went in and explained my issues. He decided that he wanted to get me in for a head and sinus CT scan to check for some sort of nasal problem (oh naive people we were).
The CT was in the middle of the night, and after it was completed, a nurse came out almost immediately. There was something wrong. I was immediately scheduled for an MRI. So back into a machine I go... (Side note: thank you MRI operator for playing worship music for me as I went through this). A few days later I'm scheduled to talk to a neurologist and diagnosed with a pontine cavernous hemangioma (incredibly rare). The neurologist tells me that the chances of another bleed is extremely rare (less than 0.10 %) so I head back up to school for the next semester.
I continue to haunted by headaches, but to a much less degree than before. After a few check up scans, the neurologist decides that I should talk to a surgeon. So my parents make plans to come get me and take me down to the surgeon. The day before they plan to come up, I start feeling dizzy while laying in bed and start vomitting. I continue for several hours. Without the strength to stand up I crawl to a wall phone in the dorm room. I can't think very clearly, but call my parents and ask them to call one of my neighbors and ask them to bring me to the hospital. I get to the hospital and they give me fluids through an IV and I start feeling a little bit better. Still struggling to walk, but I can do it. Well, they try to get ahold of my doctor or parents but can't, but for some reason decide to release me.
My college neighbors took me back to the dorms, and I started vomitting again. Discovered that sitting up was all that would fix it. So, my college friends and I talk, and decide to try my parents again. Tell them that they need to get up there right away, that I'm not doing well at all. I was far from conscious through a lot of this, but I remember waking up a few times as I "sat" there in bed and hearing one of my friends saying the rosary next to me... over and over. (Note: I wasn't catholic and shouldn't have known what it was, but I did)
Well, my parents finally arrive around 3 am. Decide that I won't be coming back, so with the help of the guys they load up most of my belongings as well. They get right back on the road and we start heading back home. As we get closer, they are able to get a hold of my doctor and he tells us to go straight to the ER. Get there, get checked in and run through an MRI, then just sit there. And sit there and sit there. My extended family is starting to show up at the hospital now. Finally, someone goes to find a nurse because we were there for almost 6 hours without hearing anything; I had gotten lost in a shift change.
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Things are finally sorted out and I have to go to another hospital, about 5 hours away where a specialized neuro-surgeon is willing to perform the procedure. So, my parents climb back into their car and follow the ambulance. I'm in the hospital for a couple of days before surgery, and my parents are given temporary housing nearby. They take shifts with me in the hospital so I'm never there alone. The nurses briefly explain to my parents the procedure that will be done. A small 2" slit will be cut at the base of my skull and they will cauterize the area. Well, I go in for surgery (12 hour ordeal) and come out with my head swathed in bandages. Quite a surprise for my parents. The nurse had been wrong; the surgeon had to cut open my skull to get access to the area he needed to.
The next day, my parents are visiting me in the hospital when they get a call from security at the hospital. They had just caught someone trying to break into my parents vehicle. They had already popped the door handle off before getting caught.
From then on things actually went really smoothly. I went through 6 months of rehab and gained some of my strength and agility back. Through all of this, I didn't have a moment of fear. A moment of doubt. I was calm and reassured; I knew that God was answering my prayer. He would get me through this to where I needed to be.
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So, through all of this, my then g/f seemed to be supporting me. She was there at the hospital with me and we spent time together often once I got out. About a month after everything happened, she broke up with me. It was really rough on me, but in the end it probably was what needed to happen.
So, here I was, all ready to be through with sex and porn. Ready to enter a bright new, pure world, but nope. That didn't happen. I slid right back into porn and then a couple of years later met a girl and a year after that we started dating and having sex. Well, that relationship lasted a couple of years and then ended.
In the end, I am left with a lot of questions, thankfully, God has slowly been answering them. I still look back and wonder, what was God thinking?
Sorry that the answer is so long; figured I'd combine my "adventure" story (response to your other thread) and my answer into one.
Getting married at 18 and moving 1200 miles away from my family (not seeing them AT ALL for the first 5 years I was gone) and becoming a mom a year later was absolutely overwhelming (my husband wanted to be a dad before he turned 30). 
