LDARed for so long I have no momentum

[Prøphet]

Since 2024 Ive been literally doing nothing but wake up late in the day, do school assignments, workout, doomscroll, rot here, and sleep for like 12 hours a night. It’s a miserable existence where Ive noticed myself getting weaker and weaker as I atrophy in every area. No friends at all, no real interaction, most terrifyingly no money made to chip away at my future surgery costs. I mean Jesus fucking Christ, if I had gotten a job when I learned I need bimax to look human I would probably have the fucking money in my hands right now. But the bigger point is, avoiding any discomfort whatsoever has weakened me into a prisoner.

I basically just do the bare minimum and try to make my life as easy possible. Whenever I feel the existential dread creep up, what I’ll do is look for advice or watch motivational TikTok’s or tell randoms my grand plan on how I’ll fix my life and become the hero of my story finally and win; that usually provides enough dopamine to make me feel ok comfortably sedating myself in my stagnation. But guess what, the next day I’m right back in the loop, nothing actually changes. I need fucking help but no one can do it except myself. But I am my own worst enemy. There are opposing forces in me, one part wants to fucking move and make progress somewhere, one part is always panicking and scared and calculating what will go wrong, to be honest it’s not unfounded because I have had extraordinarily bad luck in my hand of cards and endeavors so far, but it’s not getting me anywhere.

I heard somewhere that a winner is just a loser that keeps trying. But I’m a loser that gets discouraged before even trying once. I grasp onto a sense of normalcy and drown in shame and guilt, I just want to detach from all this and redefine myself, but this desire for change is never enough to overpower the root fear. Idk why I’m even writing this thread, something needs to give or I’ll keep sinking into becoming the manifestation of everything I hate. What I really need is to find a way to enjoy pain and discomfort. I know the ends will all justify the means, but I can never apply it. I can never apply anything I intellectualize into my physical reality.

 

[FiendFiend]

Since 2024 Ive been literally doing nothing but wake up late in the day, do school assignments, workout, doomscroll, rot here, and sleep for like 12 hours a night. It’s a miserable existence where Ive noticed myself getting weaker and weaker as I atrophy in every area. No friends at all, no real interaction, most terrifyingly no money made to chip away at my future surgery costs. Avoiding any discomfort has weakened me into a prisoner.

I basically just do the bare minimum and try to make my life as easy possible. Whenever I feel the existential dread creep up, what I’ll do is look for advice or watch motivational TikTok’s or tell randoms my grand plan on how I’ll fix my life and become the hero of my story finally and win; that usually provides enough dopamine to make me feel ok comfortably sedating myself in my stagnation. I need fucking help but no one can do it except myself. But I am my own worst enemy. There are opposing forces in me, one part wants to fucking move and make progress somewhere, one part is always panicking and scared and calculating what will go wrong, to be honest it’s not unfounded because I have had extraordinarily bad luck in my hand of cards and endeavors so far, but it’s not getting me anywhere.

I heard somewhere that a winner is just a loser that keeps trying. But I’m a loser that gets discouraged before even trying once. I grasp onto a sense of normalcy and drown in shame and guilt, I just want to detach from all this and redefine myself, but this desire for change is never enough to overpower the root fear. Idk why I’m even writing this thread, something needs to give or I’ll keep sinking into becoming the manifestation of everything I hate

Never doom brah,



ur gonna make it

 

[GGG_THE_GOAT]

i feel u man

 

[Whiteboard7]

Since 2024 Ive been literally doing nothing but wake up late in the day, do school assignments, workout, doomscroll, rot here, and sleep for like 12 hours a night. It’s a miserable existence where Ive noticed myself getting weaker and weaker as I atrophy in every area. No friends at all, no real interaction, most terrifyingly no money made to chip away at my future surgery costs. I mean Jesus fucking Christ, if I had gotten a job when I learned I need bimax to look human I would probably have the fucking money in my hands right now. But the bigger point is, avoiding any discomfort whatsoever has weakened me into a prisoner.

I basically just do the bare minimum and try to make my life as easy possible. Whenever I feel the existential dread creep up, what I’ll do is look for advice or watch motivational TikTok’s or tell randoms my grand plan on how I’ll fix my life and become the hero of my story finally and win; that usually provides enough dopamine to make me feel ok comfortably sedating myself in my stagnation. But guess what, the next day I’m right back in the loop, nothing actually changes. I need fucking help but no one can do it except myself. But I am my own worst enemy. There are opposing forces in me, one part wants to fucking move and make progress somewhere, one part is always panicking and scared and calculating what will go wrong, to be honest it’s not unfounded because I have had extraordinarily bad luck in my hand of cards and endeavors so far, but it’s not getting me anywhere.

I heard somewhere that a winner is just a loser that keeps trying. But I’m a loser that gets discouraged before even trying once. I grasp onto a sense of normalcy and drown in shame and guilt, I just want to detach from all this and redefine myself, but this desire for change is never enough to overpower the root fear. Idk why I’m even writing this thread, something needs to give or I’ll keep sinking into becoming the manifestation of everything I hate. What I really need is to find a way to enjoy pain and discomfort. I know the means will all justify the end, but I can never apply it. I can never apply anything I intellectualize into my physical reality.

Sorry to hear about all of that brah. You do seem depressed have you tried getting help for that before? Start taking small steps by making your bed and implementing small habits to slowly crawl out of the hole you're in rn. Just keep working and actually take action and it can get so much better bhai. Belive in U

 

[FiendFiend]

Since 2024 Ive been literally doing nothing but wake up late in the day, do school assignments, workout, doomscroll, rot here, and sleep for like 12 hours a night. It’s a miserable existence where Ive noticed myself getting weaker and weaker as I atrophy in every area. No friends at all, no real interaction, most terrifyingly no money made to chip away at my future surgery costs. I mean Jesus fucking Christ, if I had gotten a job when I learned I need bimax to look human I would probably have the fucking money in my hands right now. But the bigger point is, avoiding any discomfort whatsoever has weakened me into a prisoner.

I basically just do the bare minimum and try to make my life as easy possible. Whenever I feel the existential dread creep up, what I’ll do is look for advice or watch motivational TikTok’s or tell randoms my grand plan on how I’ll fix my life and become the hero of my story finally and win; that usually provides enough dopamine to make me feel ok comfortably sedating myself in my stagnation. But guess what, the next day I’m right back in the loop, nothing actually changes. I need fucking help but no one can do it except myself. But I am my own worst enemy. There are opposing forces in me, one part wants to fucking move and make progress somewhere, one part is always panicking and scared and calculating what will go wrong, to be honest it’s not unfounded because I have had extraordinarily bad luck in my hand of cards and endeavors so far, but it’s not getting me anywhere.

I heard somewhere that a winner is just a loser that keeps trying. But I’m a loser that gets discouraged before even trying once. I grasp onto a sense of normalcy and drown in shame and guilt, I just want to detach from all this and redefine myself, but this desire for change is never enough to overpower the root fear. Idk why I’m even writing this thread, something needs to give or I’ll keep sinking into becoming the manifestation of everything I hate. What I really need is to find a way to enjoy pain and discomfort. I know the means will all justify the end, but I can never apply it. I can never apply anything I intellectualize into my physical reality.

ill give u some lifefuel man if my lazy ass can do it so can u 1 sec

 

[Prøphet]

ill give u some lifefuel man if my lazy ass can do it so can u 1 sec

Don’t bro because if I see lifefuel Ill feel satisfied even tho I haven’t done anything

 

[SlayerJonas]

It's normal to be confused about where u want to be at your age. You didn't fall behind your peers, it's just your ambitious mind seeking a higher position.

Visualize where you want to be and take baby steps. Progress isn't made over night and stop hoping for a magical mindset change / thought awakening your potential. Do it by taking action.

 

[Prøphet]

Sorry to hear about all of that brah. You do seem depressed have you tried getting help for that before? Start taking small steps by making your bed and implementing small habits to slowly crawl out of the hole you're in rn. Just keep working and actually take action and it can get so much better bhai. Belive in U

Thanks bhai, yeah I have gone to therapy before but I found it quite useless, I think my depression is more because of my circumstances than something innate, I’m not sure but I really do think so. I do think gradually making better habits is good it’s just taking the first leap that’s so fucking hard for me it shouldn’t feel this impossible it’s like lifting a boulder it’s like my soul has had enough but my heart wants more idk if that makes sense but fuck it

 

[petrified]

the next day I’m right back in the loop, nothing actually changes.

This is so real
Nothing ever happens huh?

I feel you man
At one point doing even the bare minimum becomes hard, as a part of you starts believing its pointless

I used to love working out, and every time I got offended by someone (for example someone calls me an idiot) I would be in the gym the same day grinding, but nowadays I don't even go to the gym, just do simple workouts at home, as I genuinely don't have the mental capacity to grind anymore. I'm chronically burned out and broken.
I honestly swear to god tried to improve, tried to change, but the harder I try, the stronger the relapse into the loop is.
It just goes on and on
Nothing ever changing

"I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing."

 

[Whiteboard7]

Thanks bhai, yeah I have gone to therapy before but I found it quite useless, I think my depression is more because of my circumstances than something innate, I’m not sure but I really do think so. I do think gradually making better habits is good it’s just taking the first leap that’s so fucking hard for me it shouldn’t feel this impossible it’s like lifting a boulder it’s like my soul has had enough but my heart wants more idk if that makes sense but fuck it

Yeah Therapy is useless imo. If its become of your circumstances do something about it bhai. Just take small steps that transform into something great. Believe in you bhai

 

[therealdeal877]

it may be that you are low T as i am cuz i am going through the same ldar cycle with no motivation
i even stopped lifting entitely for 6 months and my arms are small asl

 

[Garfungus]

Most relatable thread I've ever read, I'm 20 and I feel like a pussy thinking about taking on adult responsibilities, we'll make it though bro like the other user said we just have to take baby steps and look at it as such.

Visualize where you want to be and take baby steps. Progress isn't made over night and stop hoping for a magical mindset change / thought awakening your potential. Do it by taking action.

 

[MixedMAscendingToCL]

then get up you fucking pussy

 

[Foreverbrad]

At least you don’t have downward momentum like me. Everything I attempt turns to shit. NEVER GET UP.

 

[Van]

Since 2024 Ive been literally doing nothing but wake up late in the day, do school assignments, workout, doomscroll, rot here, and sleep for like 12 hours a night. It’s a miserable existence where Ive noticed myself getting weaker and weaker as I atrophy in every area. No friends at all, no real interaction, most terrifyingly no money made to chip away at my future surgery costs. I mean Jesus fucking Christ, if I had gotten a job when I learned I need bimax to look human I would probably have the fucking money in my hands right now. But the bigger point is, avoiding any discomfort whatsoever has weakened me into a prisoner.

I basically just do the bare minimum and try to make my life as easy possible. Whenever I feel the existential dread creep up, what I’ll do is look for advice or watch motivational TikTok’s or tell randoms my grand plan on how I’ll fix my life and become the hero of my story finally and win; that usually provides enough dopamine to make me feel ok comfortably sedating myself in my stagnation. But guess what, the next day I’m right back in the loop, nothing actually changes. I need fucking help but no one can do it except myself. But I am my own worst enemy. There are opposing forces in me, one part wants to fucking move and make progress somewhere, one part is always panicking and scared and calculating what will go wrong, to be honest it’s not unfounded because I have had extraordinarily bad luck in my hand of cards and endeavors so far, but it’s not getting me anywhere.

I heard somewhere that a winner is just a loser that keeps trying. But I’m a loser that gets discouraged before even trying once. I grasp onto a sense of normalcy and drown in shame and guilt, I just want to detach from all this and redefine myself, but this desire for change is never enough to overpower the root fear. Idk why I’m even writing this thread, something needs to give or I’ll keep sinking into becoming the manifestation of everything I hate. What I really need is to find a way to enjoy pain and discomfort. I know the ends will all justify the means, but I can never apply it. I can never apply anything I intellectualize into my physical reality.

6'6 international male model creates a youtube channel and succeeds by working hard and never giving up. What an inspiration, the likes of which we have not seen since the infamous Jeremy Meeks Inspiration Channel.

Hope this quote helps

 

[Luquier]

Since 2024 Ive been literally doing nothing but wake up late in the day, do school assignments, workout, doomscroll, rot here, and sleep for like 12 hours a night. It’s a miserable existence where Ive noticed myself getting weaker and weaker as I atrophy in every area. No friends at all, no real interaction, most terrifyingly no money made to chip away at my future surgery costs. I mean Jesus fucking Christ, if I had gotten a job when I learned I need bimax to look human I would probably have the fucking money in my hands right now. But the bigger point is, avoiding any discomfort whatsoever has weakened me into a prisoner.

I basically just do the bare minimum and try to make my life as easy possible. Whenever I feel the existential dread creep up, what I’ll do is look for advice or watch motivational TikTok’s or tell randoms my grand plan on how I’ll fix my life and become the hero of my story finally and win; that usually provides enough dopamine to make me feel ok comfortably sedating myself in my stagnation. But guess what, the next day I’m right back in the loop, nothing actually changes. I need fucking help but no one can do it except myself. But I am my own worst enemy. There are opposing forces in me, one part wants to fucking move and make progress somewhere, one part is always panicking and scared and calculating what will go wrong, to be honest it’s not unfounded because I have had extraordinarily bad luck in my hand of cards and endeavors so far, but it’s not getting me anywhere.

I heard somewhere that a winner is just a loser that keeps trying. But I’m a loser that gets discouraged before even trying once. I grasp onto a sense of normalcy and drown in shame and guilt, I just want to detach from all this and redefine myself, but this desire for change is never enough to overpower the root fear. Idk why I’m even writing this thread, something needs to give or I’ll keep sinking into becoming the manifestation of everything I hate. What I really need is to find a way to enjoy pain and discomfort. I know the ends will all justify the means, but I can never apply it. I can never apply anything I intellectualize into my physical reality.

Most relatable thread I've ever read, I'm 20 and I feel like a pussy thinking about taking on adult responsibilities, we'll make it though bro like the other user said we just have to take baby steps and look at it as such.

Same fking same and I’m 23

 

[Swarthy Knight]

Nigga talking bout since 2024. I've been doing ts since 2018