Unfuck Yourself

ck You

his fridge was empty, and his mind was running in a thousand different directions, none of them useful. He was stuck-deep

ere crumbling, and he was drowning in self-doubt. The more he tried to fix things, the more tangle

m. He lay on his couch, staring at the ceiling, wondering how he had gotten here. He knew he couldn'

t spoken to in years, had sent him a message out of the blue: *"H

d seen him during better times. But something in Dave's message struck a chor

good-better than Max remembered. He seemed confident, put together, and calm. Everyt

ike shit, man. W

n know where to start. It's like everything's a mess, and I can't figure out

s like you're in a bad spot. But here's the thin

What's that su

lf you can't change, that everything's too messed up, so you're not doing anything about it. You've convin

at simple, Dave. I don't

nking too big. You're trying to solve everything at once. You need

ebrow. "Small st

work you've been avoiding. Or having an honest conversation with your girlfriend. One thing

cism and hope. It sounded so simple. Maybe

partment, throwing out old junk he had been holding onto for no reason. He tackled one task at work t

ting that he had been spiraling and asking for patience as he tried to work th

overwhelming chaos that had consumed his life started to shrink into manageable pieces

ergy. He wasn't completely back on track, but he was on his way. And for

a smirk, "feeling a

"Yeah, man. I

throw shit at you. But as long as you keep movin

d be. But he had learned something valuable: getting unstuck wasn't about waiting for everything to magically fall

. The road ahead wasn't easy, but at least now he