PrinceDaniel
Fapstronaut
Started from the bottom
After my suicide attempt, I lived at my dad’s place for a couple of weeks. I don’t know why, but it felt like the right thing to do. If fact, I felt more insecure and depressed after the attempt than before. My thoughts were like ‘I can’t even kill myself. Even doing that, I failed’. During that period of my life, I developed a lot of bad habits. I stopped eating, well of course I ate some food, but mostly only at dinner. I started drinking a lot of coffee, I think between 10 and 20 cups a day. Furthermore, I did smoke cigarettes before, but now I started to smoke the first thing in the morning.
Desperately looking for role models, I found them, unfortunately, the wrong ones. I followed leftist politicians, who told me all of my problems were because of the patriarchy. I listened to people who told me it was okay to live without ambitions or to be unemployed. And besides all of that, I was jerking off to women that told me ‘I was a pathetic loser and a slave’. Well, you can imagine what my self-worth was like.
After a while, I started working at my grandfathers company. He owns a retail concept that sells clothes through wholesale and on street markets. I consider him as one of my first good role models. Maybe not in life, but he learned me what it was like to work hard. He corrected me when I fucked up, and showed me how to do it. There on those street markets, I slowly started to build myself up again.
I remember dreaming about living the life I currently live. It isn’t much, but I wanted it. Working out every day, living the college life, having a social life, and being healthy physically and mentally. Back then, I wanted to be the person I am today, and now I am. I never dedicated to start working towards that bigger goal. I just kept visualizing and dreaming about it, and slowly my life started to transform. One day, I applied to a gym, which I wouldn’t have done if my friend didn’t push me. The other day I applied to a special program to get into college, and worked my ass off to achieve that. It didn’t happen overnight, it was a slow process. But looking back, I am proud of myself that I’ve achieved so much since that day I tried to kill myself. But all the thanks to God, who has created this path for me.
After my suicide attempt, I lived at my dad’s place for a couple of weeks. I don’t know why, but it felt like the right thing to do. If fact, I felt more insecure and depressed after the attempt than before. My thoughts were like ‘I can’t even kill myself. Even doing that, I failed’. During that period of my life, I developed a lot of bad habits. I stopped eating, well of course I ate some food, but mostly only at dinner. I started drinking a lot of coffee, I think between 10 and 20 cups a day. Furthermore, I did smoke cigarettes before, but now I started to smoke the first thing in the morning.
Desperately looking for role models, I found them, unfortunately, the wrong ones. I followed leftist politicians, who told me all of my problems were because of the patriarchy. I listened to people who told me it was okay to live without ambitions or to be unemployed. And besides all of that, I was jerking off to women that told me ‘I was a pathetic loser and a slave’. Well, you can imagine what my self-worth was like.
After a while, I started working at my grandfathers company. He owns a retail concept that sells clothes through wholesale and on street markets. I consider him as one of my first good role models. Maybe not in life, but he learned me what it was like to work hard. He corrected me when I fucked up, and showed me how to do it. There on those street markets, I slowly started to build myself up again.
I remember dreaming about living the life I currently live. It isn’t much, but I wanted it. Working out every day, living the college life, having a social life, and being healthy physically and mentally. Back then, I wanted to be the person I am today, and now I am. I never dedicated to start working towards that bigger goal. I just kept visualizing and dreaming about it, and slowly my life started to transform. One day, I applied to a gym, which I wouldn’t have done if my friend didn’t push me. The other day I applied to a special program to get into college, and worked my ass off to achieve that. It didn’t happen overnight, it was a slow process. But looking back, I am proud of myself that I’ve achieved so much since that day I tried to kill myself. But all the thanks to God, who has created this path for me.