7 years in crypto.
I’ve been close to 7 fig.
I’ve been deep into 6 fig more than once.
And somehow, every single time, I managed to lose it again.
Back to 5 figures.
Back to 4 figures.
Back to wondering how the hell I was ever going to make it back.
But every time I thought it was over, something came along. One opportunity. One trade. One project. Something that pulled me back from the dead.
This time feels different.
Nothing is coming. Everything I touch seems to die. Every decision feels worse than the one before it.
Maybe there’s one more comeback left in me.
Maybe there isn’t.
For the first time in 7 years, I genuinely don’t know.
Maybe it’s time to say goodbye.
Or maybe I’m still waiting for one last miracle.
Either way, this dunya was never the final destination. May what comes after it be better, in sha Allah.