Thanks HP. From personal experience, often it takes someone else not giving up on you to get the momentum to go yourself. Was the case for me.
Reboot it is. Again, lots of small steps adds up to a long distance.
Since today has a 50% chance to be my last day of posting until the end of April, I guess it would be appropriate to explain why posting here is important to me.
Due to early life events, I've always had a strong sense of never giving up on others but giving up on myself. I spent 25 years wanting to be better but never getting better. I moved to video games because it was synthetic achievement that filled my deep lack of self worth. This was a looping feedback system. I'd do nothing -> play games to feel like I'm doing something (though the stories gave me hope I still did actually nothing myself) -> get even less done because of games -> accumulate self disgust -> build a defense of ignoring my failings so I wouldn't feel the pain -> back to doing nothing.
Despite this I was smart enough to get good college placement for engineering but this behavior had me bomb out.
So I joined the military and started a career as a result, where I would transition jobs regularly because the same behavior would make everything build up until I couldn't handle it.
I also married my highschool sweetheart who stuck with me through everything. Knew my failings, my slow progress, my lack of self worth, but still stuck with me through all my empty promises for so many years. Until it became too much over the years and she left. Ghosting right as I deployed to Afghanistan.
This was the last person that believed in me. The last person that was willing to stick with me despite all the empty promises of "I'll work on it. I'll get better". Even that person had a breaking point.
That's when I hit rock bottom. In my mind no one believed I was capable of doing anything good, least of all me. My natural thought process was then to remove that burden from the world. On base you carry around a loaded firearm and for months I'd go to the bathroom, take out the magazine, put the barrel in my mouth or against my head and pull the trigger a few times. Eventually I got worn down and one night snuck out to our office so that I would have privacy. I loaded the M9, racked it to load a round in the chamber which pulled back the hammer, placed it against my head, paused and then instead pointed it at my chest. A lot of thoughts went through my head including everyone that would be torn apart by it and then justifying that they would get over it and be stronger and better for it. Then I began slowly squeezing the trigger. (if you don't know, when a pistol has it's hammer back, the trigger is much lighter. At this point you squeeze and you won't know when it will release. I did this so I wouldn't know when it is coming). It felt like an infinitely long trigger pull. I'd slowly squeeze more and more and it felt like it should have gone off long ago and as the moment is coming closer and closer and my adrenaline is ramping up my mind floods with thoughts and people faster and faster the closer I get to the "pop". Then my younger sister pops into my mind. She is 11 years younger than me. She also had a hard life and a lot of self doubt. She has also had friends that had permanently ended it. At that thought I paused. Then I hit a wall. I started getting angry telling myself "fuck it" trying to grit through it. Trying to get hyped up enough to keep going but she kept popping into my mind and I couldn't. I eased off, removed the magazine, ejected the round, bawled some more, and went back to my bunk. For months I hated myself for not being able to do it. (An interesting point that comes in a book I read later called A Long Way Down. Great black comedy about suicide). There would be attempts later when I came back from deployment (I got really good at tying nooses) but I always stopped at the same point and I realized I'd never have to guts to do it. Which again led to more self hatred. After a few years I went to Japan and met another woman. We got married and I felt like I had a new start, I also had a new job. But I started devolving into the same routing of things getting worse and worse and it threatened my new marriage. I couldn't do it again. My wife asked me to see a psychologist and I did. My wife kept with me for 3 years of getting worse before I went. But I got better. I started studying habit craft, self improvement, listening to audio books on the subject, diving through google and wikipedia, I learned a lot but still it was only knowledge and I wasn't making progress. The psychologist gave me micro steps of action. Things I avoided in my research because they seemed small and useless. "Only big change would get me out of this big trench" is what I thought. I was wrong. After 30 years, the only thing that worked was the tiniest of baby steps. I made a cup of coffee. Every morning a single cup of coffee. It was basically nothing, but it wasn't actually nothing. Even more so it was something consistent. That tiny fracture in my prison wall of bad habit and self hate was a vector of attack. On that habit I started journalling daily. I developed a mantra. A study habit. A workout habit. A cleaning routine, and so on. It was a crack so small in the wall of my cell it was basically unnoticeable, but chipping away at that crack consistently over time with consistent pressure made a bigger and bigger hole. As it got bigger I saw more and more light and it motivated me to dig deeper and faster and I still am to this day.
That is why I have to say something. I see people in their own prisons everywhere now and they can get out if they are convinced to keep chipping away. The least I can do is consistently show up and say "If you want, you can pick up that shovel and dig. Eventually you'll make it out". So that is what I will do.
Hero Protagonist, you can make it out. I absolutely promise you. It is a fact. That hope is never ever lost.
On a lighter note, H Protag is actually a writer. Her book is pretty good. I'm sure she has great advice for you to become a writer.
So if I stop posting in the next 10 minutes, goodluck
Hero Protagonist If I can't post I hope others help you keep on. I'll be watching, so please keep posting. You inspire hope in me as well. Thank you for that.