5 STRUGGLES 1. I love my ex-wife. Everyday I miss her, and every day I hate myself for it. We were married for 12 years and in August of 2023 shit hit the fan. For 9 months, August to May, she cheated on me, lied to me, gaslit me, and manipulated me. I bear hugged the fuck out of my marriage only to realize I wasn’t fighting for anything, I was on my knees begging. She left the home in June. I was lost, alone, scared, and left to raise both our kids (Landon 13 and Riley 8) alone. She chose her career in nursing and sees our kids a few days a month (she moved ¼ mile up the road). I start fights with her because the negative attention feels better then the silence. I spend too much time thinking about her, still fantasizing about her, and wish everyday she’ll come back. I’m so disappointed in what I am, and ashamed that the secret I keep from my kids is that I’m still in love with a woman who wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire. 2. Nothing is ever enough. My whole life has been an endless pursuit of quick fixes. Drugs, money, women, and any vice that would numb or distract me from the torture of silence. I don’t love me and live in a purgatory of negative feedback loops. Life now has landed on Kratom and dopamine hits from the pathetic 5 or 6 likes I’ll get on a post or a response to any one of the 5 or 6 girls that I randomly find on IG to talk to, hoping I found a replacement. 3. I’ve been divorced for a year. Last year my ex-wife decided she didn’t like the terms of our separation agreement and took legal action. That legal action ruined me. I have never had so much debt in my life. So with bankruptcy imminent, I took the last bit of wiggle room I had on credit and used it to become a part of this community and to roll the dice one last time… I bet on me. Right now, I predict I’ll give up and fail (how but that for self deprecation? haha) 4. I’m bipolar and I suffer from depression and ADD as well. I take Lamictal, Wellbutrin, and Adderall and make sure every day starts with a few hundred milligrams of caffeine. Everyday of my life for the last two years has been spent in fight or flight mode. If I were a car… the gauges are redlined, the Nos Tank is sputtering, all the bolts are loose, and the wheels are one swerve away from falling off. I haven’t been in the gym consistently in months due to back pain and a back surgery in November… but even when I’m in the gym I don’t take care of myself the way I know I should. I do vanity exercises and despite that being my main focus I STILL don’t have a 6 pack.