I'm weary of vomiting all of this unflattering personal shit onto the forum but there is no shortage of wisdom around here and I could really use an outside perspective right now. Long story short, I'm deeply entrenched in a 6 year depression and the fucked up part is that I'm beginning to realize that I've been this way for so long that I'm actually addicted to it.
At around 19 years old I experienced a life implosion that frankly I simply wasn't mentally equipped to deal with. I fell apart. Addiction and self-destructive behaviors soon became a normal part of life for me but through a combination of recklessness, a sharp mind, and good luck, I started making serious bank before I ever hit the true rock bottom that I was blasting full speed towards. Even with taking into account all the money I was hemorrhaging through my destructive choices and habits I was making more money than I knew what to do with for a good two and a half years. In the end however reality caught up to me and I blew through enough money that had I managed rationally, could have set me up for life. Not all is lost though as I locked a decent chunk of it away in a piece of profitable commercial real estate which is providing some modest mostly passive income.
What it all boils down to though is that despite DRASTICALLY changing my life circumstances, at no point did my inner experience ever really change. I know that right now as an intelligent, in shape, socially skilled mid 20's dude with a US passport, some resources, and gobs of free time that I'm in an objectively privileged position. I feel like a spoiled little faggot for even having these issues while I'm surrounded by people that have it infinitely worse than I do but at the same time to say I'm completely dead inside wouldn't at all be an overstatement. I try, I really do but I just can't find a way to take pleasure in anything. I force myself to do certain things like staying informed, maintaining a sensible gym/nutrition regimen, and learning game because being an outwardly objectively solid dude keeps me sane but there is no happiness. I have Jeb! tier levels of low energy. I also have the sex drive of an 106 year old chemo patient. I had a 19 year old rich spoiled tinder hoe with an insane body over last night naked and begging for the dick and it was like I was looking at art. I was extremely attracted to the sight of her but it didn't inspire any kind of primal urge to send blood down to my penis and fuck. I have low but not clinically low T levels.
As of right now the best course of action I can think of would be to:
a. adopt TLOZ's full mormon program
b. enroll in and fully immerse myself in an extremely physically and mentally demanding training of some sort where my time will be structured hopefully leaving me with some rewarding skills and a sense of accomplishment that I can then build on
As far as the location of my "rehabilitation camp", I'm willing to go anywhere as long as it's affordable. The only things I'll need outside of the actual program are access to cheap, quality food and a gym. Any ideas or insight is much appreciated.
At around 19 years old I experienced a life implosion that frankly I simply wasn't mentally equipped to deal with. I fell apart. Addiction and self-destructive behaviors soon became a normal part of life for me but through a combination of recklessness, a sharp mind, and good luck, I started making serious bank before I ever hit the true rock bottom that I was blasting full speed towards. Even with taking into account all the money I was hemorrhaging through my destructive choices and habits I was making more money than I knew what to do with for a good two and a half years. In the end however reality caught up to me and I blew through enough money that had I managed rationally, could have set me up for life. Not all is lost though as I locked a decent chunk of it away in a piece of profitable commercial real estate which is providing some modest mostly passive income.
What it all boils down to though is that despite DRASTICALLY changing my life circumstances, at no point did my inner experience ever really change. I know that right now as an intelligent, in shape, socially skilled mid 20's dude with a US passport, some resources, and gobs of free time that I'm in an objectively privileged position. I feel like a spoiled little faggot for even having these issues while I'm surrounded by people that have it infinitely worse than I do but at the same time to say I'm completely dead inside wouldn't at all be an overstatement. I try, I really do but I just can't find a way to take pleasure in anything. I force myself to do certain things like staying informed, maintaining a sensible gym/nutrition regimen, and learning game because being an outwardly objectively solid dude keeps me sane but there is no happiness. I have Jeb! tier levels of low energy. I also have the sex drive of an 106 year old chemo patient. I had a 19 year old rich spoiled tinder hoe with an insane body over last night naked and begging for the dick and it was like I was looking at art. I was extremely attracted to the sight of her but it didn't inspire any kind of primal urge to send blood down to my penis and fuck. I have low but not clinically low T levels.
As of right now the best course of action I can think of would be to:
a. adopt TLOZ's full mormon program
b. enroll in and fully immerse myself in an extremely physically and mentally demanding training of some sort where my time will be structured hopefully leaving me with some rewarding skills and a sense of accomplishment that I can then build on
As far as the location of my "rehabilitation camp", I'm willing to go anywhere as long as it's affordable. The only things I'll need outside of the actual program are access to cheap, quality food and a gym. Any ideas or insight is much appreciated.