I Grinded for Freedom

I hit rock bottom with my phone at 1%, a bank balance that felt illegal,

and a room so quiet it mocked me. My family told me to be realistic, said my dreams weren’t

working, then slowly faded out of my life. Nights turned into 3 a.m. overthinking

sessions where my own brain roasted me harder than anyone else. Instead of quitting,

I started grinding in silence—cold coffee, no sleep, pure delusion and

discipline. Months passed, progress stacked quietly, and life finally

started responding. Money came in, my confidence leveled up, and suddenly my

family came back saying they always believed in me. I didn’t rush to reply.