For years, everything I tried seemed to fall apart. People around me noticed. Some whispered behind my back; others laughed outright. A few just looked away in pity. I’d start a small venture full of optimism, only to see it crumble. Job applications led nowhere, rejections piled up, and interviews fizzled with empty promises. Each setback chipped away at me until I started doubting myself too.
Family get-togethers turned awkward. Relatives would murmur about my latest flop, calling it laziness or bad luck. Neighbours chuckled when I mentioned a new idea, predicting it’d fail like the rest. Those comments stung more than I’d admit. Friends drifted away. Calls went unanswered, and visits got excuses. No one wants to hang around constant bad news. I felt isolated, like an outsider in my own circle.
Nights were the worst. I’d lie there wondering why nothing stuck. Was I doomed? Had I already peaked at nothing? Eventually, even small dreams felt pointless. I went through the motions, accepting the “failure” tag everyone slapped on me. Then, at one gathering, someone joked loudly that I’d tried it all and should just quit. Laughter followed. I forced a grin, but inside, it hit rock bottom. That evening alone, the quiet tears came from sheer weariness. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35810
