Happy New Year!

It’s December 31, 2024, 1:18 PM. As I sit on this secondhand couch in our cramped apartment, typing out my first-ever Reddit post, my mind is a whirlwind of emotions. I never thought I’d share something so personal with strangers, but here I am.

I was born into privilege, or so I thought. My family was the definition of “successful.” My father ran a successfull business, and my mother worked at one of the top companies in Usa. We lived in a beautiful home, drove luxury cars, and never thought twice about money. Life was smooth, comfortable, even gamorous. But life doesn’t hand out guarantees. Everything unraveled in 2022. My father trusted the wrong people in his business. One bad partnership, one elaborate scam, and everything came crashing down. Suddenly, everything we’d built—our savings, our investments, even our house—was gone.

December 31, 2022, is a day I’ll never forget. We sat in our rented apartment, surrounded by boxes of what little we had left. My father showed us his bank statement: enough money to keep us afloat for six months. Six months to figure out how to survive. Our family’s cars were repossessed, and our belongings were sold piece by piece. Luxury turned into necessity, necessity into scarcity.

The next year was brutal. Every day brought a new battle: eviction threats, debt collectors banging on the door, and the humiliation of explaining to friends why we could no longer afford to meet them. My father hustled day and night, trying to start over, while my brother took a job that paid pennies compared to his skills. And me? I felt useless,just a spectator to the chaos.

I’ll be honest: I was angry. Angry at the Bussiness partners who robbed us, angry at the system that let them get away, and even angry at my family for not seeing it coming. But anger does nothing.

In early 2024, my father decided to start a small import-export business, despite knowing nothing about the industry. With a loan from a distant relative (who didn’t believe we’d succeed but gave us the money out of pity), we began trading essential goods. It was grueling—endless nights researching market trends, negotiating deals, and making deliveries ourselves because we couldn’t afford drivers. By mid-2024, we had established a network of loyal clients. By September, we hit six figures in revenue. And now, as I type this, we’re closing out December with a projected net income of over $40,000 for the month. We’re already in talks to expand internationally, and by Q1 2025, we expect to hit $400,000 annually. My brother, meanwhile, landed a high-paying government job, and his first paycheck was enough to buy back the dignity we’d lost.

Looking back, I realize this journey wasn’t just about rebuilding wealth. It was about rebuilding ourselves—our resilience, our unity, and our will to fight.

So, to anyone reading this who feels stuck, hopeless, or beaten down: don’t stop fighting. Life will try to break you, but it’s in those moments that you discover what you’re truly capable of.

Happy New Year. Let’s all make 2025 a year of comebacks and victories.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! -Oblivi0n_one