my whole heart was poured into a competitive sport for 4 long years of my life. it’s almost been 3 years since i quit and im still butt hurt about it. for context: i had to quit because of my toxic parent. it really sucks because i dreamt so hard about being an olympic athlete and i knew i was capable of it. me playing that sport was the best time of my life. it was the only time i felt passion and— i hate to be corny, but i felt so alive. honestly this sport is like my ex. like i fell deeply in love with it. i was so confident. ever since i stopped, i fell into a bad depression. it got to a point where i felt like i wasn’t going to live past 20. i got myself to find other things to do, but i feel so worthless. i’d be doing great and then i fall into a depressive episode. it’s been a vicious cycle. i dont think it’ll ever end and ive learned to work with it, but man it’s a lot sometimes:(