Greg Harmon Facebook ad: “The reason every supplement I tried was aimed at the wrong…”

About this ad

Meta Ad Library ID

1761731201914116

Platforms

Facebook and Instagram

Relaunches

2

Niche

Supplements & Wellness

How we count

Ad text

13 years of failing in bed with my wife. Tried Cialis. Tried Viagra. Half the supplement aisle. Nothing stuck. By 2023 I gave up entirely. Told myself this was the rest of my life. What came after wasn’t peace. It was a quiet jealousy of every man my age who could still do this thing my body couldn’t. I hadn’t looked for an answer in years. Three weeks ago I figured out why everything I’d ever tried was aimed at the wrong thing entirely. Going to try to write this out from the start so any of it makes sense. I’m 62. Three years ago I gave up on this for good. I’m writing this because nobody told me about the part that comes after you give up. The giving up part wasn’t dramatic. There was no decision moment. There was no last fight. One morning I just realized I hadn’t ordered anything new in months. Hadn’t read an article. Hadn’t gone to a doctor. Hadn’t thought about it. I’d been with this for 13 years by then. Losing erections with my wife the whole time. Started with Cialis. Worked for about a year then stopped helping. Viagra after that, same story. Then years of cycling through supplements. L-Citrulline. Beet root. Maca. Ashwagandha. Pine bark. Tribulus. Whole bottles of each one. Not one of them stuck for more than a few weeks. Three urologists across those years. All three said the same thing. My numbers were fine. T-level in range. Cardiovascular fine. Bloodwork came back clean every time. They shrugged and handed me prescriptions. My wife stopped initiating somewhere along the way. She wasn’t angry about it. She just stopped. Like she’d run out of patience for getting disappointed. By 2023 I was done with all of it. I stopped trying. I told myself this was the rest of my life. And life kept going. Here’s the part nobody tells you about. After I gave up I’d still get together with the guys. The ones I’d known forever. Brother-in-law too. I kept the jokes surface. When the conversation went anywhere real I’d steer it back to the Cowboys or the grandkids or politics. Never told one of them what was happening. Listened for any clue one of them was dealing with what I was. Never got one. Either they weren’t, or they were hiding it as well as I was. Both possibilities were isolating. One time one of them said “Just take the blue pill, man. Everyone over 50 takes them.” He didn’t know the pill had stopped working for me two years before. I laughed at it. Hated myself a little for laughing. Then there were other men. The ones older than me with an active sex life. While I struggled. And couples like us. Lying next to each other in the same bed without reaching across. The long slow loneliness in the same bed. I used to feel sorry for those couples. Three years in, I realized I was one of them. Never told my wife. Never told my friends. Never told anyone. That’s when I came across something that changed all of it. It was another guy’s post on this sub. Wasn’t mine. Wasn’t even looking for anything. Just one of those threads that pops up when you can’t sleep. He’d written out his whole story. Same years of failing. Same urologists. Same half the supplement aisle. Same place I was. And then he explained something I’d never heard from any doctor or supplement label. He’d figured out that the supplements men keep recommending are all aimed at the wrong thing. Not blood flow. Something else completely. I read his post three times. Then I read it again. After 13 years and three urologists and half the supplement aisle, that was the first time anyone had explained any of this in a way that made sense. Here’s what he explained. Your body runs on a molecule called NAD+. After 30 it starts dropping every year. By 60 most men are at about half of what they had at 30. NAD+ powers your cells. Every cell. Including the ones that produce the signal that opens blood vessels. When the battery runs low the cells lose the power to do the job. No signal. No erection. And the first thing to shut off is your erection. Because those blood vessels are the smallest in the entire body. They need the most power to open. When the battery drops they go first. Morning wood disappears years before anything else for the same reason. The body’s still trying. There’s just no power left. I read that part twice. Then I got up and sat at the kitchen table. Every supplement I’d ever bought had been aimed at blood flow. L-Citrulline. Beet root. Maca. Ashwagandha. Pine bark. Tribulus. Every single one. Blood flow was never the problem. It’s like trying to charge your phone with a cable that doesn’t fit. Looks right. Does nothing. I’d been pushing that wrong cable for 13 years. Sitting at the kitchen table I wasn’t angry. Past angry. Anger was something I had ten years ago. What I felt was different. It was a relief I didn’t even know I needed. It wasn’t because I was broken. It wasn’t because my pipes got old. The battery was dying. That was it. That was all of it. His post mentioned a specific supplement at the end. NAD+ in a form that survives the stomach. Apparently most NAD+ supplements don’t make it past your stomach acid, which is part of why they don’t work. This one had a coating. I didn’t order it that night. I went to bed. After you’ve given up, you don’t want to start hoping again. I’d had enough disappointment for a lifetime. Three years of accepting this wasn’t something I was about to throw away on one post. I left it alone for four days. What changed my mind wasn’t anything I read. It was catching myself one morning wondering for the first time in three years what it would actually feel like to wake up with morning wood. Like those guys my age who still have a normal sex life. Like a real thought. Not a memory. I ordered it that afternoon. There was a 60-day guarantee. I’d wasted thousands on bottles that ended up in the trash. This time I at least understood what I was paying for. I took two capsules in the morning with coffee like the label said. First week, I didn’t feel much. Maybe a slight lift in the afternoons. Could have been wishful thinking. End of week two, the lift was there every day. That 3 PM crash I’d had for years was gone. Day 16 I woke up with morning wood for the first time in I don’t know how long. Years. I lay there in bed not moving. Trying to figure out if I was imagining it. I wasn’t. By the end of week three I was getting it most mornings. A few days into week four I was with my wife for the first time in over a year. The whole thing held. A month after that I caught myself walking through the day feeling nothing about any of this. Not watching for the next failure. Not running the math. Not envious of the men I used to envy. The envy was gone. I hadn’t even noticed it leaving. After it kept working I went back to the website I’d ordered from. Read through the reviews this time. Thousands of guys who’d been where I was. Same supplements. Same urologists. Same years of slowly accepting this was permanent. One guy wrote that he’d gone from fearing sex to craving it. Said he felt like a new man. Another talked about morning wood coming back and just feeling calm. “Like literally you are at peace.” That word kept coming up across the reviews. Peace. That’s where I am now. I’m still taking it every morning. I don’t think about this every day anymore. I don’t watch for the next failure. I’m just here. With my wife. Living a normal life. I’m posting this because if there’s another guy who’s been where I was, you should know what I learned. I’ll link the article that explains the whole thing. You don’t have to keep losing this. You weren’t broken. The battery was just dying. Please read this before trying anything else. https://hormizon.com/pages/whole-list-advertorial

Where the ad sends people

hormizon.com

The reason every supplement I tried was aimed at the wrong thing

Hormizon