I placed my entire value as a man in my capacity to perform in the bedroom.

I undervalued any other of my abilities and dismissed them as unworthy of pursing any of them.

I gave platform to toxic women who treated me like a piece of meat and nothing else; thus attracting only a specific type of women who would only hit me up and hype me up for sex.

I felt worthless, useless, lonely, broken, needy for genuine affection.

I feared judgment and how others perceived me.

Sex became my drug, my euphoria. I needed it every day as many times a day and as many partners as possible.

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How I resolved myself

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I stopped blaming others for my flaws.

I had internal conversations about my feelings before speaking to others or speak out on emotions alone.

I pushed a desire to seek FRIENDS ONLY and made a genuine effort to be there for others.

I put sex in the back burner. Seeking a deeper connection.

I read and listened to a lot of audibles on self-improvement.

I cried. A lot, a whole fucking lot.

I found people who made room for me to feel comfortable expressing my heart.

I cut ties with the old crowd. I cut ties with toxic men and women. Women that only hit me up for sex, men who still praised me for being a dog.

I made an effort to create a platform where I was able to find likeminded people who supported my expressions. People who related to me at a deeper level.

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Telling others what they need to do to stop, is much more difficult than sharing with them what worked for me. I’m allowing others to see my flaws, to make them aware that “they’re not alone”.