This story revolves around how fapping can reduce motivation and make you isolate yourself instead of maintaining relationships and intimacy with women. About 5 years ago, I was talking to this girl. I was in the mindset of just wanting to bang and hook up with women. Didn't really go anywhere because I never "got what I wanted". Fast forward to 2017. I noticed she was a mutual friend with a friend of mine and hit her up. I apologized to her for being a dildo and conversed for a while, and she seemed happy to hear from me. She even accepted my apology. Why do I think this is a success story? Because a lot of us in the fap-rut probably hear "the voice". No, not a crazy person voice, but that voice that says things like: "Why try? You're not good enough. You already blew it with her. I'm your best friend now. Might as well just sit at home and watch porn. It has the same payoff as being intimate with women anyway." Well I've noticed that voice is losing control. It's angry. Constantly fighting my conscious brain by trying to twist my thoughts or giving me random urges out of nowhere when I see even a moderately attractive woman. It doesn't even have to be pornographic in nature. It's in red alert damage control mode and it's panicking. Good. Go F yourself, voice. I'm beating this addiction's ass like it owes me money. Technically it does, because I've lost so many jobs due to masturbation induced depression. The city of Baghdad knows nothing about Shock and Awe compared to the hell im going to rain down on you. Sorry, had a little bit of a testosterone spike there. The main point is that no fellas, nofap hasn't literally given me superpowers, but your confidence returns. The what ifs don't bother you much anymore. The super power feeling is just you returning to the functions of what a normal man should be, and compared to the emotional wrecks we were during an addiction, we ARE superheroes.