I am starting to lose my way I think. I just don't understand why I am hitting the gym. I go, but my spirit isn't in it. I am going because my body is like locked in the routine but my spirit just isn't working right. I don't feel intensity in there. I want to feel the intensity but when I lift, all my lifts feel mediocre, I never feel good and always feel slightly damaged in some way that makes me not want to perform the lift. I don't feel fresh. Like when squatting, my knee will have some weird kink in it and detracts from my mind muscle connection on it. Just shit like that. I also feel entrapped in my own life, almost like lifting isn't really doing anything for me. All other aspects of my life are either dog shit or non-existent. No girlfriend, no wife, no family. Friends don't live near me. Job is okay but I go to it just so I can have money to live. What was my point in lifting again?