Im putting this here because Ive known a lot of you for time now. Some 10+ years. Im exhausted and something happened to me last night thats brought me to this point. Most people in my life think Im ok but its far from the truth; Im broken. And I cant keep pretending anymore. This is something I feel I cant share with anyone because they wont understand or will laugh at it being such a trivial thing. Im depressed, heres why.
I moved back to Tokyo from Osaka last year March. Wanted to be closer to my girl and I had a great work opportunity. My whole life Ive been on fitness/sports hard. Was out 24/7 and joined my first football (soccer) team at 7. I started lifting light weights around 13 and got the typical football player physique. Football started getting more serious and by the time I was 18 I was playing semi-pro. Shit happened and that ended real fast. With football out I started focusing on school and picked up the main love of my life, bodybuilding. For the first 2 years I was just lifting randomly and while the gains came, I wasnt consistent with it or my diet. It was January 2015 when I decided to start lifting scientifically and shit, the gains came. Had a trip to Japan and I made the move there in July 2012. Lifting in japan proved difficult cost wise but I worked around it and was ORN it still.
I moved to Osaka in 2013 and thats where I met some UK mans who were on it like me. We set up some chat group and the group just blew up. We were all helping each other and transformations were mad. As I said I moved back to Tokyo last year and we all stayed in contact. We all had our goals and things would get competitive as hell. Fast-forward to July and I was at my peak. 180cm, 85kg, all muscle. Id just stare in the mirror for time admiring my own gains sometimes. Things all went to shit August 15th.
I had a slip one day and put my body weight on my left forearm. No biggie. It hurt but I was going on a trip around then so could recover during then. Anyway it stopped hurting in a day and I went to the gym a week later, the next day I returned from the trip. On that day I woke up and said Wow, my life is perfect now, I kid you not. I was leading on the gym hustle between my boys, amazing girl I was planning to propose to, money was getting long, was doing some modeling etc. Went to the gym did my usual routine, got onto seated bicep curls and thats when it happened. Felt a small twinge in my left forearm.
Felt a little strange and it was the end of my workout so I just cut a bit early. Now Ive had quite a few injuries which always seemed bad at first. Id freak out but theyd usually be gone within a week or 2. This really felt like nothing. Something thatd clear up in a day. Because I wasnt in pain, it just felt a little odd. Waited out a few days and it seemed like it was gone so I was back on gym. After 10 mins in that odd feeling returns but this time accompanied by a little pain. I still kept lifting and then I noticed the next symptom, my hand was shaking. I took a few days off again but grew impatient because my first amateur competition was a few weeks away.
This is when my mind started to play tricks on me. I continued to lift because in the past whenever I had an injury Id just work through it. Arrogance level was high. It was at this point I realized this werent gonna happen and my arm was seriously shaking. So I stopped going gym for about 3 weeks. I went back after that and bam, same problem. I was legit shook and powered through for another week till I finally accepted my arm was done. Literally felt like it wasnt there.
My mind took over and the negative loop began. Paranoid about gain losses I was finding it hard to cope. I started avoiding looking at my body. My girl hasnt seen my body in 4 months and I know shes thinking I dont find her attractive
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And just like that I changed. The confident dude whod light up rooms can barely make eye contact. Ive avoided hanging out with all my friends because I just dont know how to act in social situations anymore. I only really speak to Blackace and he invites me to his clubs. I make excuses not to go but I decided to go last weekend and it was hell
I dont know how to speak to anyone anymore. Always feeling uncomfortable and keep comparing myself to dudes who I used to be bigger than. When I dont lift, I dont eat. I went from 3,500kcal+ a day to barely 1,500. Have lost almost everything. I tried doing running but my arm bouncing up and down brought back the pain. Tried maintaining and doing things like planks but that forearm problem is there.
And I had big plans this year
.my oldest friend in the UK was gonna come visit me this month and we planned it for a year. But I cant let him see the person ive become. This self-hating wasteman. His mom is best friends with mine so if he told her how I was shed definitely tell my mom and I cant make her worry about me
I was always the strong one. The one she didnt need to worry about so I dont wanna put that pressure on her
.so I deactivated my facebook and didnt meet him.
I send money back to my mom cos we poor and she needs to help her family. The yen has devalued hard (abenomics) so I have to send twice as much back home. My mom just doesnt understand inflation and takes it as me forgetting the family
.and with the family my big bro has went on one. Became a deadbeat alcoholic who steals from my mom, lil bros and everyone else. My baby sister got married and knocked up by that waste of a space afghan man who threatened to throw acid on her face if she cheated again (which was my lil bro sending his sister a how r u text).
And then with my gf
.shes gonna move in to my yard in April which we planned a year ago. But I cant do that now with how I am. We were planning to start IVF n shit and now I have to break it to her she cant come. She already left her job too and is bare excited
Just all this shit
.as bad as it sound, is shit Id normally be able to cope with if I was still working out. I know all the problems and that it runs deeper (body dysmorphic condition, male masculinity etc). But I really dont need anything else in my life. Just to be able to get a good work out. Ive been to doctors and they havent helped. Most night I just sit looking at my left forearm and how its fucked my life up. Wishing I could cut it off and be done with all this.
Reading through this now and it all sounds so ridiculous. It should be a none issue but its damaged me so much. Sometimes I feel this is karma. Ive done a lot of bad things and have hurt many people. Just the other day some dude at work was talking sideways to me. And I just stood there barely replying. If it was the me of before he wouldnt dare try it or wouldve got a few claps.
So the breaking point was last night. Ive been drinking heavily nightly for the past few months and didnt last night. In a fit of rage I smashed up my apartment. This aint no way to live. I havent considered and wont consider suicide but feel im at breaking point. More scared of what ill become. Anyway im not looking for sympathy nor do I deserve it. But ive kept this in for months and this is the first time ive laid it out to anyone. Going to a prestigious sports doctor next month so still hoping.