I have adhd, had depression and also have no social media or friends. My dream was also to join the marines. I was you… the difference was that I didn’t start hardening my mind til after I quit in basic training. I never became a marine and it haunts me.

The problem is your mindset. You don’t get hard by running or anything else physical or mental. You get hard by learning to answer the simple questions caused by stress. Whenever your thinking all these questions, wondering if you got what it takes, that’s where progress is made!

I felt broken. I felt worthless, different and that I didn’t have what it takes. Your mind will use many different tactics to get you to quit. The most successful in my opinion, is when it pretends to be your friend.

“Is it worth it?” “I wish I was at home.” “Am I making progress?”. These are all questions that will pop into your head when you want to quit. You must learn to say “yes, it’s worth it”. Progress isn’t made until the last 1% of a workout. Only the ending of a workout matters, because that’s usually when you want to quit or finish early. When all these questions pop up, when your mind is convincing you to quit, when you get bored and desire some fun, that’s where progress is made. The longer that you can keep going even when your mind is saying “okay that’s enough, we’re not good enough for this shit. Marines are badasses, we’re not that!”, that’s where progress is made. You want to be a marine. Suffer. Literally, suffer. Do shit you hate, that you don’t want to do. Obviously you don’t want to workout because you keep stopping. Decide to be a man and sack it the fuck up, keep going even when you want to stop.

Oh and btw, your going to suffer either way. Either when you realize your never going to be a marine, after waking up 5 years later from a dream of the moment you quit in week 7 of 13 of marine Corps boot camp. Or when you purposely decide to suffer to get stronger and faster. You decide kid. Take it from me. I still have those dreams of boot camp, happy as fuck, then I wake up and suffer. Don’t let your dream escape kid, chase that motherfucker down and let it go. Then chase it down, and repeat. Solely for the suffering of having to chase it back down again.