I turned 26 this January, carrying this jerk off habit since age 14. It all exploded last year - diagnosed with anxiety in March, along with hypochondria, ED, premature ejaculation, and a cocktail of physical hell: left nut vein swelling (grade 3.6 varicocele), constant ringing in my ears, shaky hands, sweaty palms that could drown a phone. Stress turns me into a panting mess with noodle limbs and angry bowels. My body's screaming through white tongue gunk, nuclear breath, and hair that's half-dead half-gray.

When docs shoved antidepressants at me, I Googled those side effects and noped right out. Tried some Chinese medicine witch - she said my "heart and spleen energy" was shot, which basically meant anxiety with extra steps. Her nasty teas kinda worked, but here's the kicker: I kept jerking off like a damn idiot even while taking her "detox" brews. Talk about flushing money down the toilet.

Now everyone looks at me like I'm some cracked phone screen - my boss, my boys, even my mom. The guy who used to crush 5K races then ball all night? Who carried his girl up a mountain like she was a backpack? Gone. Replaced by this twitchy shell that can't even look people in the eye. Not suicidal, just... existing in this permanent cringe state.