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Recently I took a three week break to focus on my mental health, and I came back a week or two ago.
(A while ago I also left for a month to improve and try to not be an incel.)
And my mental health has improved a little bit.
But instead of being 100% miserable, I’m just 70% unhappy.
My life, my mental state didn’t become better, it just became less bad.
Also in this time I dropped out of my Freshman year and decided to join the military. I’m leaving this summer for that.
So I’m glad I figured out my life a little bit.
But instead of hating life I just dislike it now.
In a lot of ways I’m still lacking. My physique is not as good as the other guys in the locker room. I’m still socially awkward. (I think…)
And of course I am ignored by the other gender.
When I asked for the temp ban, I thought in three weeks I could fix my life and mental health. But no. Well hey, at least my life is semi tolerable and I don’t want to kill myself anymore.
I think this shows me something about myself. I’m prone to magical thinking. Like thinking I can fix everything in three weeks.
But I have come to two possibilities.
Either one: I will always be unhappy to a certain, variable extent, or two: improvement and ascension is possible, it’s just painfully slow.
Maybe I just need to improoove more this spring. But will ever be enough for society? I’m starting to not know the answer to that question.
Unsubstantiated hope, due to effort, is still better than substantiated despair due to giving up. Right?
(A while ago I also left for a month to improve and try to not be an incel.)
And my mental health has improved a little bit.
But instead of being 100% miserable, I’m just 70% unhappy.
My life, my mental state didn’t become better, it just became less bad.
Also in this time I dropped out of my Freshman year and decided to join the military. I’m leaving this summer for that.
So I’m glad I figured out my life a little bit.
But instead of hating life I just dislike it now.
In a lot of ways I’m still lacking. My physique is not as good as the other guys in the locker room. I’m still socially awkward. (I think…)
And of course I am ignored by the other gender.
When I asked for the temp ban, I thought in three weeks I could fix my life and mental health. But no. Well hey, at least my life is semi tolerable and I don’t want to kill myself anymore.
I think this shows me something about myself. I’m prone to magical thinking. Like thinking I can fix everything in three weeks.
But I have come to two possibilities.
Either one: I will always be unhappy to a certain, variable extent, or two: improvement and ascension is possible, it’s just painfully slow.
Maybe I just need to improoove more this spring. But will ever be enough for society? I’m starting to not know the answer to that question.
Unsubstantiated hope, due to effort, is still better than substantiated despair due to giving up. Right?





