What ended up causing the depressive stage? I've gone through those and it can be a killer on libido and sex in general. Honestly, the best no-fap way was meeting my wife. Didn't have to do too much after that lol. But again, not everyone can instantly get into a long-term relationship and have that solve the fap issue. You'll get back to normal man, but it's going to take some work. p*rn for me rewired my brain in unhealthy ways and it's amazing it didn't **** me up more than it has. Perhaps talk therapy would be a way to get you out of your funk? Don't know what your medical insurance status is... but it's helped me a lot over the years. That and medicine as well. A general doctor checkup and bloodwork panel might not be a bad idea either.
I tried it once and it gave me a headache and made me feel like ****. I did get a boner, but the experience wasn't all that great.
Man, this thread makes me glad that in the early 90's, the best you could really hope for was having some adult agree to take an extra $5-10 to go into the convenience store and buy you a few magazines which were stowed away somewhere in your bedroom...
had a buddy in middle school whose mum bought him playboy mags on the regular. the idea was that better it came from her than him learning about the opposite gender from his friends. he was held back a year, never did his school work. probably due to all the fapping he did. he is an american hero.
Those Playboys are encased in some amber-like substance and will last forever. Dude just immortalized himself when the next Jurassic Park hits.
I temporarily lost my eye sight from too much fapping and the only way to get it back was more fapping.
My friends and I would ride our bikes around looking for tossed nudie magazines in the 1980's. The thing was, we would find them every 3rd or 4th search. I guess people would buy them, do their biz, then toss the mags on the side of the road before they got home. This was way out in the Alvin country, though. Our rides would be a good 10 miles of country road, constantly looking at both sides of the road. I had a similar friend in the neighborhood. He was that troubled kid who had all of the guns. He lived with his dad and their coffee table was piled with Playboys. I would look at them when his dad wasn't there. He told me his dad didn't care but I wasn't setting myself up for his dad having a casual conversation with my stepfather and me getting busted. That kid ended up sort of fading out of High School. We did have a lot of fun shooting bulls in the nuts with pellet guns, though. I can still remember the thwap that the pellet would make and the bull would just go MOOOOO, swish his tail and keep eating grass.
He might have been. I felt some remorse but after the first one just saying MOOO and going back to his biz I just laughed and stayed with it. It got boring pretty quick outside of just shooting the pellet gun.
