My story

I almost quit in November.

Not crypto. Not my job. Life.

My dad had just passed, my startup was bleeding cash, and the last “sure thing” coin I held went to zero. I remember sitting on my balcony at 3am, phone in hand, Portfolio balance: $47.23. Two years of grinding, and I had less than when I started.

I typed out a post: “I’m done. Crypto broke me.” Thumb hovered over ‘Send’. Then my phone buzzed.

It was a DM from a guy I didn’t know. He said, “Saw your thread from 2022 about self-custody. You saved me from FTX. I never said thank you. You good?”

I hadn’t posted in months. I thought nobody read that thread. Turns out one person did, and it kept his family’s savings safe.

I deleted the draft. Closed the app. Cried for the first time since the funeral.

That night taught me something: We obsess over charts, entries, exits. But the real ROI in this space is invisible. It’s the person you warned. The scammer you exposed. The beginner you answered at 2am.

Price is temporary. Impact isn’t.

I’m still here. Down bad some weeks, up on others. But I’m not measuring my life by a portfolio anymore. I’m measuring it by DMs like that one.

If you’re in your “November” right now, hear me: Don’t quit before the story turns. Someone needs the version of you that survives this.

We build. We stay. We’re still early.