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Why Dying Young Is Our Disease
This new decade is going to be a killer
Spoiler alert: This shit is depressing AF
As the new decade unfolds, it’s hard not to be nostalgically reflective about the good old days, and extremely apprehensive of what lies ahead for the much older and less optimistic version of myself.
Truth be told, this is the very first time that I’ve ever been fully aware of the impactful switch to the next 10 years. The previous occasions were easier to digest because of the light weight on my shoulders, and how relative youthfulness tends to protect us from the lurking shadows of doom
They warn us about that fateful moment when you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the brutal awakening that forces you to catch up with the aging process.
The decisions that were made in haste or with consideration for longterm consequences are never more vital until you look back with regret and resignation.
I spent my thirties working hard and playing harder with long days and late nights. Annual trips to South Beach and after-work happy hours consisted of barrels of alcohol and the binge-eating to soak it up.
And then I was under the terror of imbalanced hormones that drove me bonkers with the emotional duress that led to a dependency on mind-altering…
