Aljif7's Blog
Tuesday 6 January, 2026
AREA: Blogging
Another reflection of 2025.
I could say 2025 is A Year of Letting Go So I Could Begin Again!!
I was trying to push my experience on doing chilli sauce and Roasted seeds. I did more or less well on 2024, and I was still trying to maintain it on 2025. With December vacation my some costumers took vacation... Ending 2024 I focused on blogging, mainly at hive.io through Inleo. AS I saw it was improving I apply less time for my chilli sauce and seeds.
Later they asked for the flat and my space for cooking disappeared.
Well, let me be honest about 2025, it didn’t start with fireworks or resolutions. It began like 2024 had ended — with weight. Mostly Confusion, Pressure…
For years, I’d been treading water — supported by the unexpected windfall of strong investment returns from 2020–2021, while slowly sinking under compounding debt. By early 2025, it became clear: I couldn’t keep pretending. One loan was paused. Then came the realization that honoring all obligations — loans, credit cards, daily survival — was mathematically impossible on my income.
The calls started. Not gentle reminders — relentless, dehumanizing demands. Banks (or their agents) called daily, asking for amounts I hadn’t seen in my bank account in years. Each ring became a trigger. Eventually, I silenced my phone — not out of avoidance, but self-preservation.
That’s when my financial advisor gently, firmly, introduced a word I’d long associated with failure: bankruptcy.
Shame flared first. How did I get here? What will people think?
But the numbers didn’t lie:
→ In just one year, the interest alone would equal what I’d earned working part-time for nine years. It means every year banks would received I what I received every year!
→ Negotiation? My advisor was blunt: “Banks don’t negotiate empathy. They optimize interest.”
So I chose partial freedom over fear.
In July 2025 I began the process for Bankrupcy — before landing a full-time role — I filed.
Well, by September it was official. And I should process a permission for an account to receive my salary. All accounts were frozen automatically.
Funny how life moves in paradoxes:
Just after begining the Bankrupcy, in August, I received confirmation of a full-time contract as a Spanish Teacher Assistant — a role light enough to gift me something priceless: time. Time to keep writing. To keep learning Web3. To rebuild — not just my finances, but my sense of self.
Yes, bankruptcy comes with hoops: paperwork, restrictions, stigma. Yes, being locked out of traditional finance stings.
But here’s what no one tells you:
Constraints can be catalysts.
Suddenly, “DeFi,” “self-custody,” and “on-chain identity” weren’t just buzzwords — they became survival tools. Every limitation pushed me deeper into Web3 — not as a spectator, but as a student, builder, and believer in systems that could prioritize people over profit.
So what am I thankful for in 2025?
Not ease. Not luck.
But clarity.
The brutal, beautiful clarity that comes when you stop running and finally face the math — and the mirror.
This isn’t an ending. It’s a reset.
A four-year journey, yes — but also four years to master resilience, to deepen my craft, and to design a future where my worth isn’t defined by a credit score.
2025 taught me:
Sometimes, you have to declare financial bankruptcy to reclaim your personal space to begin.
And for that lesson — for the courage to begin again — I am deeply, fiercely grateful.
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P.S. If you’re walking a similar path: You’re not broken. You’re recalibrating. Keep going.
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