Journals of a Love Addict Podcast
Aug 16, 2026 · 38 min · 8 segments
Ten years ago this month, Jodi was in early withdrawal after the breakup that changed everything. It was also the start of her love addiction recovery, which is what actually made all the difference…
Jodi WhiteHost
[upbeat music] Hello, this is Jodi White, and you're listening to Journals of a Love Addict.
[upbeat music] On August third, two thousand sixteen, I felt like I was going to die.
Logically, I knew I was not dying, but every cell in my body said, "Danger, danger," because it felt like the floor had opened up from underneath me, and I was just falling and falling with nothing to grab onto.
Pretty much every time one of my addictive relationships ended, I experienced something like this.
And one of the reasons it was different this time was because I was actively choosing to put myself in that situation.
I was choosing to purposefully move into that hole in the floor and those feelings and that unknown territory in order to do something for myself that I had never done before.
That August day, just over ten years ago, was the beginning of my love addiction recovery, and it started when I established a boundary of no contact with my most recent ex-boyfriend, and I intentionally moved into a state of withdrawal.
But in true love addiction form, I spent the next three months trying to put the relationship back together, trying to pull the other person back into the cycle with me, despite what he had been telling me during those three months, which was that he did not want to be in a committed relationship.
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[upbeat music] Hello, this is Jodi White, and you're listening to Journals of a Love Addict.
[upbeat music] On August third, two thousand sixteen, I felt like I was going to die.
Logically, I knew I was not dying, but every cell in my body said, "Danger, danger," because it felt like the floor had opened up from underneath me, and I was just falling and falling with nothing to grab onto.
Pretty much every time one of my addictive relationships ended, I experienced something like this.
And one of the reasons it was different this time was because I was actively choosing to put myself in that situation.
I was choosing to purposefully move into that hole in the floor and those feelings and that unknown territory in order to do something for myself that I had never done before.
That August day, just over ten years ago, was the beginning of my love addiction recovery, and it started when I established a boundary of no contact with my most recent ex-boyfriend, and I intentionally moved into a state of withdrawal.
But in true love addiction form, I spent the next three months trying to put the relationship back together, trying to pull the other person back into the cycle with me, despite what he had been telling me during those three months, which was that he did not want to be in a committed relationship.
