I know that girl I fell for like no other before ghosted me because I was a pussy and didnt make a move in time, I know she doesnt give a flying shit about me now with her boyfriend. Its been a year. Yet a picture of her pops up in my IG and instantly my heart races and regret appears. I know its wrong, yet I cant fight it at all. I get anxious.

I know to get girls you need to approach them. Yet I dont do it. I suffer because of it, yet I still dont do it.

I know overthinking is wrong, and one must live its life to the fullest, you have one life. Stop stressing the small things. Yet, all I do is stress the small things.

I know anxiety is useless, whatever im stressing about its going to happen either way, anxiety can only make it go worse. Yet, I increase it even more hard when I think about it.

I know how to get girls. I've read books, i've seen my friends first hand apply TRP without knowing TRP and it working. I saw it in my own experience. Yet, I dont apply what I learned. Its like... I want to suffer. If im not suffering, I have anxiety because I am so used to suffering that when its not there I want to go back to suffering because its a place I am familiar with.

I act so pussy with girls, yet I drift, I love adrenaline rushes like scaling buildings, smoking weed, I love partying, I have many friends, yet with girls I close myself off.

Im so tied up in my mind that I lost my senses. So many years of isolation because of my own head was so afraid when my parents forced me to change schools that I live in a world of illusions. I created my own little world inside my head. I dont need to work, i've made my own businesses online. At 22 im only doing college because its helping me immensilly with my own head problems.

With the TRP slap I managed to be able to make friends, socialize normally. Yet, in my own head the anxiety and fear of those horrible childhood years are still there. They wont leave me alone. As soon as I try to leave this place of suffering, of not taking action, I get panic, anxious, stressed, my fight or flight response activates and I must return to suffering. Only when a girl ghosts me, or tells me to fuck off is when I feel safe. Because I know what this leads to. It leads to me going home and staying in own little cube.

But, im only like this somedays. Other days I just.... have it. I wake up, and have 0 anxiety and these days are rare. But these days were when I met my friends, when I met the girls that ghosted me, when I did the best choices of my life. Yet, these days are rare. I have 3 or 4 a year at best. The rest is anxiety ridden, overthinking, fearful days. Not being able to sleep. Not being able to stay awake. Depression, angry, so much going on in my head.

I've gotten to the point where I just dont know what to do next. I know im making progress but im 22 and still a virgin, my best times are going away. Yet, I feel my best times are still comming. I live in perfection, and I believe this perfection affected my own view of the world. And... I dont know... Its so weird the way I am right now. Im lifting, im eating healthy, im working everyday, I have friends, if I try I know I can get girls. I have family all over the world I can visit anytime, I live good, yet, I feel ugly. I feel weak. I feel horrible. I feel like I dont belong. I feel like... im not perfect. And in my head because of all those years where I believed I was inferior to everyone, I feel like perfection is the only way I can feel normal like the other boys. But perfection is impossible, so im stuck in this constant loop of: 'I will only take action when im perfect. Perfection is impossible.'

Its weird. At this point im just riding the waves. The rare times I feel ok with myself are the next 30 minutes after a perfect gym routine is done, or after smoking weed and having awesome conversations with my closest friends and then going home to chill alone watching youtube on my bed. Its the two only times where I seem in touch with my own head and understand the world. But after I go to sleep and wake up again, Its all over. I've recently taken a small addictive made out of a root because of my fucked up sleep scheduled due to quarantine that my doc told me to take and after 8 years I am finally dreaming again. Everytime I take this pills I dream again. My doc says its because im finally sleeping relax and go to deep sleep, well then are you saying I stress so much about being perfect that im actually not sleeping? I checked my hormones, blood tests everything and the only thing I have slightly low is vitamin D, the rest is perfectly fine. T levels, everything. I went to the best docs I could get and they told me all was fine.

Then, its all in my head. I kinda knew that already, yet I cant seem to fight it. TRP gave me hope when I felt I was lower than even the dirt on the ground. I can go outside and do regular day shit because of TRP. Yet, I was put here on this fucking earth to achieve what I can do best and im going to do everything I fucking can to reach my death bed feeling like I conquered everything I wanted or at least tried my best. And right now I dont feel that way and im having difficulty doing what I want to do and what I know I should do.

Trp gave me hope already and guided my life, can anyone give me some guidance on this?