Money used to make me feel small.
Like I didn’t deserve comfort unless I earned it ten times over.
I flinched at receipts.
Avoided checking my balance.
Felt ashamed when I couldn’t "keep up."
Then I started holding Bitcoin — and I let go of some of that shame.
For years, I thought I was bad with money.
I missed bills. Made emotional purchases.
I thought wealth was for people who knew how to “play the game.”
I didn’t grow up talking about finance.
Money was stress, not strategy.
So I avoided it.
Until I couldn’t anymore.
Bitcoin found me during a spiral.
Scrolling Twitter. Half-crying. Wondering if I’d ever get ahead.
Someone shared a thread:
“Bitcoin isn’t about being rich. It’s about being sovereign.”
I didn’t fully get it. But I kept reading.
There was no judgment in the Bitcoin space — just learning.
Just possibility.
So I bought my first $15 worth.
Not as an investor. But as someone searching for stability.
And when I opened my wallet and saw it sitting there — mine, truly mine —
I felt a shift.
A kind of dignity I hadn’t felt before.
It wasn’t about how much.
It was about the why.
Because I was choosing.
Because I wasn’t afraid to learn anymore.
Some nights, I’d check scores on 우리카지노,
flip tabs between spending trackers and 카지노사이트,
but I always landed on that black-and-orange “B”.
Still there. Still steady. Still mine.
I began to talk about it.
Not loudly. But with honesty.
And each time I did, the shame got quieter.
Bitcoin didn’t erase my past.
But it helped me rewrite how I feel about it.
I no longer see money as proof of my worth.
I see it as a tool I’m finally learning to use — on my terms.
And that’s enough.