Bro, listen to me carefully—whatever happened, happened. It’s in the past now. I know you’re hurting, and I can feel the frustration in every word you wrote. But let me tell you one thing first—you’re not a failure. You’re not a coward. You’re a fighter who’s still standing, still aware, and still trying. That alone separates you from 99% of people who give up completely.
You said you relapsed, and you blamed yourself. That honesty is powerful. You didn’t blame the world, the urges, or your circumstances. That level of self-awareness means there’s still strength inside you. And that strength—if you harness it properly—can bring a full transformation. Falling down doesn’t mean you’re weak; staying down does. But you’re still talking, still reflecting—that means you’re already getting back up.
You’ve got discipline, a routine, and you’re tracking your progress—that’s amazing. That already puts you ahead of so many. So don’t throw that away or act like you’ve done nothing. One relapse—or two, or even ten—does not erase the effort you’ve made or the man you’re becoming. Don’t let one dark moment define your whole journey.
Now, about the pain you’re feeling—about the self-hate, the doubt, the anger at your own reflection—that’s real. And I won’t downplay it. But I will remind you: That voice calling you a loser, a coward, or a fake isn’t your truth—it’s your weakness screaming out because it’s afraid of your growth. And deep down, you know that. You’re not afraid of girls—you’re afraid of not being enough for one. You’re not weak with your parents—you’re just someone who hasn’t fully stepped into his own power yet. And bro, that’s okay. These things take time.
You talked about money, girls, body, tattoo, football, confidence—all of it. You’re frustrated because there’s a gap between who you are and who you want to be. But that gap isn’t there to shame you—it’s there to inspire you. One step at a time, one small habit at a time, one choice at a time—that’s how you close it. Stop trying to win the whole war in one day. You don’t need to become the millionaire, the player, the gym beast, the confident son, the scholar—all at once. Pick your first battle. Win it. Then move to the next.
Let’s talk about the girls and sex thoughts. Bro, you’re not alone. These urges mess with the mind because they come disguised as pleasure, but leave us empty. You didn’t have sex, not because you’re a coward—but because you still have some light in you that stopped you. Even if it was fear, it protected you from making a choice you weren’t ready for. That’s not weakness—that’s divine protection. Real strength is when you can have something and still say no because it doesn’t align with your path.
And that prayer you mentioned—“God, save me or kill me”—I felt that. But bro, God hears you. He doesn’t hate you. He’s not ignoring you. Sometimes He just lets us wrestle with ourselves because only through the struggle do we finally evolve. Maybe this relapse was a lesson. Maybe it was meant to break your ego, not your spirit.
You’re not broken. You’re not fake. You’re just still in the process of becoming. And that process is hard. But you’ve already shown strength, you’ve already shown awareness, and you’ve already made progress. Don’t stop now.
Don’t let girls distract you right now. Don’t chase the look, the tattoo, or the praise. Those things will come when you become who you’re meant to be. Lock in on one goal—whether it’s your body, your career, your game—master it. Build so much inner power that the world can’t ignore you.
You already have the routine. You already have the drive. Now you need one thing: focus. Tunnel vision. Silence the outside noise. Silence the self-hate. Get back up, forgive yourself, and go again—but this time with love, not hate in your heart.
I believe in you. And more importantly—you should start believing in yourself too.
Let’s rise again, together.