For years, I thought I understood what it meant to struggle. I had my own small business, a kiosk selling groceries in the neighborhood. It wasn’t much, but it was mine, and I worked day and night to make ends meet. At first, things seemed fine. Customers came, I earned enough to pay rent, and life, though simple, was manageable. But slowly, everything began to fall apart.
The first signs were subtle—fewer customers, late payments from suppliers, and small debts that I couldn’t seem to clear. I tried to push through, telling myself that bad weeks happen and that I just had to work harder. But the struggles didn’t stop; they worsened. The kiosk started losing money, and soon, I was borrowing from friends and relatives just to keep it open. I felt the weight of failure pressing down on me every day.…CONTINUE READING
