Well, shit just got real. I had been feeling relatively good for the last couple of days. Yea the fog was kind of bad, sore throat today, but over all I felt pretty decent. I just got back to my apartment (I was with my fiancé all weekend) and I just hit a wall. I mean... damn... I don't even know what to say.
I'm still quit... don't worry about that.
It was like a ton of anxiety, hit me all of a sudden, being here by myself and I donno. Going to put some seeds in and watch some tv. Take it easy everyone.
The wall is real. It's snuck up and knocked me on my ass more times than I care to remember.
My advice...
Every time you hit that wall and get knocked down, you stay on the ground for a sec, don't try and jump right up. Sit there with a small bit of humility, stare up at the wall and say under your breath, "fucking wall" then slowly get to your feet, brush yourself off and keep walking.
Continue to walk like you have a 10" cock but every time the wall gets you (and it will, especially early on) just get up and keep walking. That fucker will put your dick in the dirt a bunch, but it won't kill you.
Eventually, you will be able to see that big ass wall coming at you and you can juke that fucker, avoiding it all together.
It will take time, patience , persistience, and toughness.
Dont think of that wall as a scary thing, think of it as a training tool.
You got this shit bro.