Confession

Sometimes I just sit and ask myself, what exactly am I doing wrong?
I’ve learnt skills, I’m running two businesses, I barely sleep — yet money just slips through my hands like water.

Every day feels like I’m pushing a mountain uphill.
People say “just keep hustling,” but they don’t understand the kind of exhaustion that sits quietly in your chest when you give your all and still can’t breathe financially.

I’m not lazy. I’m just tired of struggling without results.
Maybe I need to learn something new… but what again will finally open the door?

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