THE NIGHT I ALMOST QUIT

The Night I Almost Quit

There's a version of me that gave up. I've met him in my darkest hours, sitting on the edge of the bed at 2 a.m., staring at a phone with no messages, a wallet with no comfort, and a dream that felt more like a burden than a vision.

I was 22. Broke in ways money can't fully describe. Not just financially, broke in spirit, broke in confidence, broke in the belief that any of this was worth it.

I had been building. Quietly, desperately, daily. Waking up before sunrise to work on something nobody around me understood. My friends were clocking into stable jobs, buying things, living...