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I don't know where to start with this.
It's been a long time since I wrote journal entries on here. Mostly I've been writing in my journal by hand.
I was planning on starting this journal Monday but I can't sleep, I'm pissed off, and sick so I'm just going to start early. (*NOTE: I started this draft 4/15 at 3:45AM and saved to start over again but after rereading I'm going to publish the raw real entry and rewrite the end for practicality)
Life Since "Hanging Up My Spurs"
A lot has happened since the last time I was truly frequent on the boards here. My last real post was https://boards.girlschase.com/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=14063 in which I talked about "hanging up my spurs" for pickup due to my erectile dsyfunction and libido issues to pursue uncovering the mystery behind my lack of sexual vitality that I once had in such tremendous amounts...
Unfortunately things have gotten a lot worse with my health in the meantime...
To give a quick rundown, I began having ED and low libido issues out of the blue for no reason beginning Nov. 2015 and getting progressively worse through 2016 before leveling off at a well below average level for a 23 year old man.
Aside from ED/low libido issues my overall energy levels began slowly decreasing starting in Jan. 2016 beginning with symptoms of waking up tired and taking long periods of time to get out of bed (20-30 minutes compared to 3 minutes). This slowly turned into a subtle fatigue which got progressively worse every month from March to August where I was just about bedridden and spent 85% or more of waking hours in bed.
The problem turned out to be Mononucleosis which was causing chronic fatigue. Mono is a herpes virus that most everyone gets exposed to at some point in their life (typically before age 12 when no symptoms occur). Their is no cure except for rest.
So I rested. And rested. And rested some more. And rested even more.
Eventually the blood tests came back that mono was no longer active but the chronic fatigue syndrome still stuck around residually. I am no longer bed ridden but I am inhibited in the level of energy I can expend before being forced to rest and recover from doing every day activities. It's a fucking bitch to be honest.
I haven't been with a woman since Feb. 2016 (over a year). I've experienced more emotional turmoil, anger, sadness, self-pity, depression, and frustration than I have in my entire life. I'm fucking pissed at all the incompetent doctors that have no idea what is going on. I'm mad at myself for spending so much time seducing party girls I had no intentions of dating and not building relationships with women that I had actual interest in sticking around long term so in the lowest of my lowest moments I had literally no one to take care of me or keep me company as I laid in a bed day in and day out for months on end and still must do a day or two a week (my friends that lived in Olrando at the time I became bed ridden moved away to LA, Atlanta, and Los Vegas to pursue their dreams). The only company I had was speaking over the phone to my parents and a few select friends and the little social interaction I had when I forced myself out of bed to go to school classes (refused to drop out of college for this and took a reduced course load).
I'm mad at God and the Universe for such a cruel hand of cards that I had almost no control over (how was I supposed to know not to kiss a certain girl??), though its still my fault! FUCK I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS! WHERE IS THE RESET BUTTON!
I don't cry. I'm an emotionally strong person and relatively unemotional but I'll admit that I cried my eyes out when I learned that Mono was officially non active in my blood work but I had inherited Chronic Fatigue Syndrome that may or may not ever go away.
Imagine this...
I've spent the last 4 years of my life working intensely hard to upgrade myself as a man, work towards living the life I truly want to live deep down, and molding and remolding my plans for how I was going to take action to achieve this vision while simultaneously taking massive action to do so in each area and was one of the few people that actually succeeded in a full life transformation that gets into self-development.
I made plans of entering a full time professional selling career in the business world, relocating to Sydney, Australia with likely prospects of making 6 figures my first year out of college (due to my experience I garnered in an elite business program). In Sydney I'd be able to continue having a ball seducing women, get an ambitious social circle and professional network, and live life to the fullest. After 5 years of high profile business experience and making a chunk of change mastering the art of sales and big business development I was going to use saved up money to seize a business opportunity and startup my own company and learn entrepreneurship. These plans were (still are potentially) completely realistic and within my grasp as I am about to graduate in August 2017.
"FUCK IT.. Who cares anymore" (My response to uncertainty)
Well that was the plan. Now the prospect is on the table that I may not be able to do that plan at all because I'm not even capable of working a 40 hour week. The odds are this condition may resolve itself and I might be able to carry on but there is no certainty. There is extreme uncertainty and ambiguity. AND IT DRIVE ME INSANE.
Nonetheless I've already gone through that emotional battle so many times I don't even care anymore. Seriously FUCK IT. What are you going to do? Throw all those awesome plans down the drain and go back to the drawing board.
In all fairness I've gotten to the point where I know I will be fine no matter what happens. I refuse (with great defiance) not to do something amazing with my life, and if I do recover fully and get to the bottom of what exactly is ailing my health then that's amazing but I'm no longer planning my life around that outcome. It's too God Damn painful to have to go through the crushing of my dreams (not to mention how am I going to keep a girl around with a limp dick).
So that's where I currently am in my life right now.
I'm currently making new contingency plans, strategizing new plans that I'd be just as excited to do if my health does not cooperate, and also putting a lot of effort into researching, seeing doctors/specialists, and maintaining healthy lifestyle practices in an effort to recover fully while still remaining outcome independent to the end result.
I'm don't believe in mainstream Christianity but I do believe that a God, The Universe, or a higher consciousness that surpasses all human understanding has intervened (I've had too many seemingly miraculous events take place in my life and also just in observing history/science in general to believe this whole existence is accidental. I just think the chances are too low statistically speaking.) and I believe with full conviction that this shitty event in my life has forced my ship to take a different route that is going to lead to the greater good both in my personal life and also from a utilitarian purpose for the greater good of mankind.
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4/20
Purpose of This Journal
This will probably not have much pickup related discourse in it but I do hope that I'll be allowed to document my progression towards getting my life back. I've spent a lot of time on these boards and it is nice to log my life in a familiar space with familiar faces (or avatars I should say ;] ).
I'm a broken man. I have literally just start to come out of an extreme depression (beginning in March) and am very slowly working towards getting my life back and in order. I feel as if my house had a bomb dropped on top of it and I happened to survive but now have to begin the process of picking up the pieces of the rubble and slowly rebuild my house back stronger.
This journal will cover a few things namely:
1) I've had it in my mind I am incapable of working a 40 hr. work week and sustaining that long term due to my illness. I am going to challenge this limiting belief to see if it is true or not.
2) Document my future plans for life after I graduate college (I'm pretty locked in until August 2017) to account for contingency plans for what I am going to do with my life if I do not recover fully.
3) Document my progress mentally, physically, and write up new happenings with regards to new findings with my health (both fatigue syndrome and ED/Low Libido), life's purpose, and any interesting shares or wins along the way (and possibly some emotional venting).
I look forward to what the future holds and sharing it as I slowly begin getting my sanity and life back. This journal should be a ride so hold on tight.
As always keep it pimping in the meantime gentlemen.
-Rob
It's been a long time since I wrote journal entries on here. Mostly I've been writing in my journal by hand.
I was planning on starting this journal Monday but I can't sleep, I'm pissed off, and sick so I'm just going to start early. (*NOTE: I started this draft 4/15 at 3:45AM and saved to start over again but after rereading I'm going to publish the raw real entry and rewrite the end for practicality)
Life Since "Hanging Up My Spurs"
A lot has happened since the last time I was truly frequent on the boards here. My last real post was https://boards.girlschase.com/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=14063 in which I talked about "hanging up my spurs" for pickup due to my erectile dsyfunction and libido issues to pursue uncovering the mystery behind my lack of sexual vitality that I once had in such tremendous amounts...
Unfortunately things have gotten a lot worse with my health in the meantime...
To give a quick rundown, I began having ED and low libido issues out of the blue for no reason beginning Nov. 2015 and getting progressively worse through 2016 before leveling off at a well below average level for a 23 year old man.
Aside from ED/low libido issues my overall energy levels began slowly decreasing starting in Jan. 2016 beginning with symptoms of waking up tired and taking long periods of time to get out of bed (20-30 minutes compared to 3 minutes). This slowly turned into a subtle fatigue which got progressively worse every month from March to August where I was just about bedridden and spent 85% or more of waking hours in bed.
The problem turned out to be Mononucleosis which was causing chronic fatigue. Mono is a herpes virus that most everyone gets exposed to at some point in their life (typically before age 12 when no symptoms occur). Their is no cure except for rest.
So I rested. And rested. And rested some more. And rested even more.
Eventually the blood tests came back that mono was no longer active but the chronic fatigue syndrome still stuck around residually. I am no longer bed ridden but I am inhibited in the level of energy I can expend before being forced to rest and recover from doing every day activities. It's a fucking bitch to be honest.
I haven't been with a woman since Feb. 2016 (over a year). I've experienced more emotional turmoil, anger, sadness, self-pity, depression, and frustration than I have in my entire life. I'm fucking pissed at all the incompetent doctors that have no idea what is going on. I'm mad at myself for spending so much time seducing party girls I had no intentions of dating and not building relationships with women that I had actual interest in sticking around long term so in the lowest of my lowest moments I had literally no one to take care of me or keep me company as I laid in a bed day in and day out for months on end and still must do a day or two a week (my friends that lived in Olrando at the time I became bed ridden moved away to LA, Atlanta, and Los Vegas to pursue their dreams). The only company I had was speaking over the phone to my parents and a few select friends and the little social interaction I had when I forced myself out of bed to go to school classes (refused to drop out of college for this and took a reduced course load).
I'm mad at God and the Universe for such a cruel hand of cards that I had almost no control over (how was I supposed to know not to kiss a certain girl??), though its still my fault! FUCK I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS! WHERE IS THE RESET BUTTON!
I don't cry. I'm an emotionally strong person and relatively unemotional but I'll admit that I cried my eyes out when I learned that Mono was officially non active in my blood work but I had inherited Chronic Fatigue Syndrome that may or may not ever go away.
Imagine this...
I've spent the last 4 years of my life working intensely hard to upgrade myself as a man, work towards living the life I truly want to live deep down, and molding and remolding my plans for how I was going to take action to achieve this vision while simultaneously taking massive action to do so in each area and was one of the few people that actually succeeded in a full life transformation that gets into self-development.
I made plans of entering a full time professional selling career in the business world, relocating to Sydney, Australia with likely prospects of making 6 figures my first year out of college (due to my experience I garnered in an elite business program). In Sydney I'd be able to continue having a ball seducing women, get an ambitious social circle and professional network, and live life to the fullest. After 5 years of high profile business experience and making a chunk of change mastering the art of sales and big business development I was going to use saved up money to seize a business opportunity and startup my own company and learn entrepreneurship. These plans were (still are potentially) completely realistic and within my grasp as I am about to graduate in August 2017.
"FUCK IT.. Who cares anymore" (My response to uncertainty)
Well that was the plan. Now the prospect is on the table that I may not be able to do that plan at all because I'm not even capable of working a 40 hour week. The odds are this condition may resolve itself and I might be able to carry on but there is no certainty. There is extreme uncertainty and ambiguity. AND IT DRIVE ME INSANE.
Nonetheless I've already gone through that emotional battle so many times I don't even care anymore. Seriously FUCK IT. What are you going to do? Throw all those awesome plans down the drain and go back to the drawing board.
In all fairness I've gotten to the point where I know I will be fine no matter what happens. I refuse (with great defiance) not to do something amazing with my life, and if I do recover fully and get to the bottom of what exactly is ailing my health then that's amazing but I'm no longer planning my life around that outcome. It's too God Damn painful to have to go through the crushing of my dreams (not to mention how am I going to keep a girl around with a limp dick).
So that's where I currently am in my life right now.
I'm currently making new contingency plans, strategizing new plans that I'd be just as excited to do if my health does not cooperate, and also putting a lot of effort into researching, seeing doctors/specialists, and maintaining healthy lifestyle practices in an effort to recover fully while still remaining outcome independent to the end result.
I'm don't believe in mainstream Christianity but I do believe that a God, The Universe, or a higher consciousness that surpasses all human understanding has intervened (I've had too many seemingly miraculous events take place in my life and also just in observing history/science in general to believe this whole existence is accidental. I just think the chances are too low statistically speaking.) and I believe with full conviction that this shitty event in my life has forced my ship to take a different route that is going to lead to the greater good both in my personal life and also from a utilitarian purpose for the greater good of mankind.
----------------------------------------------------------
4/20
Purpose of This Journal
This will probably not have much pickup related discourse in it but I do hope that I'll be allowed to document my progression towards getting my life back. I've spent a lot of time on these boards and it is nice to log my life in a familiar space with familiar faces (or avatars I should say ;] ).
I'm a broken man. I have literally just start to come out of an extreme depression (beginning in March) and am very slowly working towards getting my life back and in order. I feel as if my house had a bomb dropped on top of it and I happened to survive but now have to begin the process of picking up the pieces of the rubble and slowly rebuild my house back stronger.
This journal will cover a few things namely:
1) I've had it in my mind I am incapable of working a 40 hr. work week and sustaining that long term due to my illness. I am going to challenge this limiting belief to see if it is true or not.
2) Document my future plans for life after I graduate college (I'm pretty locked in until August 2017) to account for contingency plans for what I am going to do with my life if I do not recover fully.
3) Document my progress mentally, physically, and write up new happenings with regards to new findings with my health (both fatigue syndrome and ED/Low Libido), life's purpose, and any interesting shares or wins along the way (and possibly some emotional venting).
I look forward to what the future holds and sharing it as I slowly begin getting my sanity and life back. This journal should be a ride so hold on tight.
As always keep it pimping in the meantime gentlemen.
-Rob