I need to address something crucial: the destructive habit of masturbation. If you’ve never engaged in this, I’m relieved—my warning may be unnecessary. But if you have, you must stop. This habit can ruin lives. Let me share my own story, humiliating as it is. I started masturbating in middle school, lured by fleeting pleasure with zero awareness of consequences. My health deteriorated—brain fog, chronic fatigue, urinary urgency—yet I never connected these to my habit. Society’s hypersexualized environment normalized it: explicit ads, pornographic media, zero guidance on preserving vitality. By high school, my cognitive collapse was undeniable. Math became incomprehensible; my hair grayed prematurely. Social interactions strained me physically—even breathing felt laborious. Misguided by “harmless masturbation” myths in books, I kept spiraling. Chronic sinusitis plagued me—surgeries and medications failed because I kept draining my vitality through ejaculation. Forced into humanities due to shattered logic skills, I barely scraped into college through rote memorization.