Daniel Larsson, March 10 · 1 minute read
It’s 2:47 AM. The world outside is still, wrapped in the comfort of sleep.
But not him. He’s awake again, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing
with thoughts he can’t escape.
“Why does this keep happening to me?” he whispers to himself, careful not to wake his wife. The familiar pressure in his bladder pulls him from the warmth of his bed for the third time tonight. He tiptoes to the bathroom, cursing under his breath as he wonders if this is how life will always be.
He remembers a time when nights were peaceful. When sleep wasn’t interrupted by the cruel demands of his body. Back then, he didn’t think twice about road trips, long meetings, or even a movie marathon with his kids. Now, every plan revolves around one question: “Where’s the nearest bathroom?”
As he washes his hands, he catches his reflection in the mirror. His eyes
are tired, but it’s not just from lack of sleep. It’s the weight of worry—the
kind that gnaws at you when no one else is watching.
“What if it’s cancer?” The thought creeps in like an unwelcome guest. He shakes his head, trying to push it away, but it lingers. “What if this isn’t just an enlarged prostate? What if it’s something worse?”
Back in bed, he pulls the blanket up to his chin, hoping for sleep that
never comes. Instead, his mind spirals into a storm of questions.
“Is this going to ruin my marriage? What if I can’t… you know… perform
anymore?”
He remembers the awkward silence at the doctor’s office when they mentioned
side effects of medication—words like “impotence” and “loss of libido.”
Words no man wants to hear.
He thinks about surgery. The idea terrifies him. “What if something goes wrong? What if I end up worse off than I am now?” He’s read horror stories online—men who traded one problem for another.
And then there’s the shame. The quiet humiliation of feeling less like himself. “I’m too young for this,” he thinks, though he knows age has little mercy.
By now, it’s 4:15 AM. He grabs his phone and types into the search bar:
“Natural ways to shrink prostate.”
A flood of results fills the screen—herbal remedies, exercises,
diets—but none of them feel like answers. Just more questions.
“Does any of this actually work? Or am I wasting my time?” He scrolls through articles about zinc levels and saw palmetto, wondering if they’re just empty promises wrapped in scientific jargon.
His wife stirs beside him, mumbling something in her sleep. He looks at her and feels a pang of guilt. She doesn’t know how much this is eating at him. How could she? He hasn’t told her everything—the fear, the frustration, the sleepless nights spent wrestling with thoughts too heavy to share.
As dawn breaks and light seeps through the curtains, he feels defeated
yet determined.
“There has to be a way,” he tells himself. “I can’t live like this.”
And so begins another day in his quiet battle—a man searching for answers in a world that offers plenty of advice but little comfort. A man who just wants his life back.
Because the moment you stop believing in yourself is the moment you lose.
And you're not done yet.
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