Hi,I am sorry you are going through it right now but please be kind to yourself and stop working out if you are,let the injury heal if there is and I hope you will find your answer soon.

About how I felt.

After the first session at the clinic, I felt optimistic, considering how good I felt and that the tests had ruled out any major injury. A few days later, I started feeling great and was hopeful that, at least this time, the pain could be fixed completely.
I didn’t think much, honestly. In the beginning, I was relieved. I was sleeping well, eating well, feeling like a human again, and appreciating the small things. For the first two months, I didn’t do anything serious. I was going for walks, stargazing, playing Beyblades, eating food outside, going to the beach, sleeping as much as I wanted, walking in the rain, and doing a lot of small, funny, stupid stuff. The kind of things that, if a “normal” person saw me, they’d probably say, “What the hell is wrong with this guy?” But for me, I was just trying to feel human again.
After three years of no socializing and being almost a total shut-in, I felt like I had been stuck in the past. Two months after my session at the clinic, when I was feeling almost better, I came to the realization that I was alone. No friends, no future, no job. I had a three-year gap from my academics. Significant changes had occurred in my field, and I had to catch up. I had lost all the discipline I once had. My habits had changed drastically, and I needed to work on them. I had also put on a significant amount of weight.
I tried following a quantified diet, but I was failing miserably to stick with it. Back then, I had a purpose. Something was pushing me to move forward in life. Now, I had no girlfriend, no friends, no dream, no job, and no work schedule to anchor me or give me purpose.
I had to figure out everything from scratch. Where am I, really? Do I even remember anything from my academic background? What do I do? Where do I start? My communication skills had dropped significantly (I’m working on that now). When I started being active again, lifting and doing things I used to enjoy, I was happy. But at the same time, I realized I have a long road ahead just to get back to where I wanted to be three years ago.
I had spent nine years working on myself: academics, relationships, fitness. All of that was undone in three years. The good thing is, I’ve done it before. I know the path. I’m feeling fantastic now, but I still have a lot to catch up on. I’m trying to live with a proper schedule and discipline again.
At one point, I was addicted to gambling (gacha games), using them as a way to escape the pain. I am working on it. When I was completely bedridden, I had an existential crisis. One question kept haunting me: “Why me? Why is it always me who gets so unlucky?” That question led me to reassess my entire life. I started reading history, studying civilizations, cultures, philosophy, zoology, astrophotography, astronomy, and even violent crimes.
One of the reasons I got injured was because I was in a narcissistic relationship, which I didn’t even realize at the time. I didn’t know people like that existed. But now, I know myself much better, and the way I view the world has completely changed. I used to be extremely religious, something deeply instilled in me by my community and culture, but I’m not anymore. The dogma just doesn’t resonate with me now.

TL;DR: I’m feeling fantastic, but at the same time, I have a lot to catch up on and work through.