I built my way out of a mental breakdown. Then reality hit.
I joined the corporate world thinking I'd made it. Six months in, I was falling apart. Crying on the way to work. Seeing a counsellor. Dreading every single morning.
Then one night I just started building something. I don't even know why. I just needed something that was mine.
For months I coded late into the night after exhausting days. And for the first time in a long time I felt genuinely happy. Like actually happy. Every little feature I built felt like a win. I was excited to wake up.
I built a digital consent form app for beauty and tattoo studios. Clients scan a QR, sign on their phone, studio gets a PDF with signature, timestamp, ID photo. Clean. Simple. Professional.
I was so proud.
Then I went out to sell it this week.
Nobody wanted it.
I came home and cried. Again. Except this time it hurt more because I built this with everything I had.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Maybe the product. Maybe the pitch. Maybe everything
I'm not ready to give up yet.