I’m a work in progress. I’m not where I want to be yet, but one thing I know for sure: I’m living in an answered prayer.
Growing up, I used to pray for one thing consistently—for God to send me a helper, someone who could guide me out of my struggles and lead me to a better life.
Today, as I reflect on my journey from zero to where I am now, I realize that the help I prayed for didn’t come in the way I imagined. It came through resilience, community, and faith.
This is my story of how I rose from nothing to finding a sense of purpose and hope.
I wasn’t stable before I quit my job to explore Web3. Scratch that... In fact, I didn’t even have a job at all. I was a recent graduate, struggling to navigate life in a country with a reckless economy. Every day felt like a fight for survival. Opportunities were scarce, and whatever came my way felt temporary, unstable, or barely enough to cover basic needs. My future seemed bleak, and the pressure to "make something" of myself weighed heavily on my shoulders.
While surfing the net one day, I stumbled on decentralized finance (DeFi) and Web3 while scrolling through X (Formerly twitter). Being an inquisitive person, I did further research on it to understand how it worked.The potential to reshape the financial system, to create opportunities that didn’t exist within traditional structures, fascinated me. It felt like an answer to my prayers. I believed this was where my breakthrough would come, so I became interested and started Exploring different sites for updates.
But when I told my family and friends about my plans, their reactions were anything but supportive.
“You’re making a mistake,” they said. “Web3? Crypto? Those are scams. You’ll regret this.”
The disapproval was overwhelming. In their eyes, I was chasing an illusion, throwing my time and energy into something that would lead to nothing but disappointment.
I was unsure where to begin until a friend introduced me to Zealy tasks. I started writing articles and designing infographics for various projects, motivated by the goal of ranking among the top 50 on the leaderboard to earn a $100 reward. The excitement of finally making my own money and being able to spend it on personal things kept me focused and consistent. I even planned out how I would use the reward.
Fortunately, my hard work paid off, and I secured a spot in the top ten on the leaderboard. But then, the worst happened—I mistakenly sent the wrong wallet address to receive my reward, and my tokens were lost forever. (Internal sob...)😭
As a complete beginner at the time, I had no knowledge of the differences between centralized and decentralized wallet addresses or that networks differ.
It was a painful experience, one I will never forget in a hurry!🥺
Now, I didn’t have any solid proof of success to show, their doubts started seeping into my own thoughts.
Emotionally, I was drained. The weight of the loss and my parent's expectations, mixed with the reality of living in a country where the economy itself felt like a ticking time bomb, made every day a struggle. I was running out of money to cover even basic necessities, and because no one supported my decision, I had no one to turn to for help.
People around me pressured me to get a “real job,” to start something tangible in the physical world. Remote work, crypto, Web3—none of that seemed viable to them.
Yes, that was their reality cause they thought anything done online is audio money! 😂
They told me I was wasting my time, that I couldn’t earn money online. That constant pressure and criticism pushed me deeper into doubt. I tried so many things—applying for remote gigs, participating in crypto airdrops, joining new projects—but everything I touched seemed to fall apart.
Imposter syndrome set in... Yup! I was slowly losing myself. I began to believe that maybe I wasn’t good enough, that the people succeeding in this space were far more talented than I could ever be. I saw others thriving, making money, gaining influence, while I was stuck, feeling like I was sinking deeper into failure. The comparison ate at me, and I became even more discouraged.
I was tired. I was depressed. At times, I regretted even trying. But despite everything, I refused to give up.
In those dark moments, prayer became my anchor. I kept reminding myself that I had seen others succeed. I knew it was possible. Their dedication and hard work set them apart, and that is when I realized that I needed to find my own path, rather than just chasing every opportunity that crossed my screen.
I needed focus.
One of the biggest lessons I learned was that being everywhere and trying everything wasn’t working. I was chasing after airdrops with no real profits, mostly because those projects favored people with large networks or followings. I didn’t have that influence, and I was trying to spread myself too thin. I needed to pick a direction and stick with it.
So, I shifted my strategy. I stopped jumping into every new project and decided to deepen my understanding of the space. I took proper courses in Web3 and DeFi, learning not just how to make quick money but how the technology worked, what made it valuable, and how I could contribute.
The turning point came when I joined a supportive crypto community. I found mentors, even though they didn’t know they were mentoring me. I engaged with others who were on the same path, and we shared knowledge and experiences. This community became the help I had been praying for. They didn’t judge my past failures or the fact that I was still struggling. Instead, they helped me grow and gave me the tools to move forward.
Slowly, I began to find my place. I chose writing as my niche, using my skills to explain complex Web3 and DeFi concepts in simple terms. People began to notice. I started getting small freelance gigs—writing articles, offering feedback on projects, helping others understand the space. The income wasn’t huge, but it was steady. And more importantly, it felt like progress.
I’m not where I want to be yet, but I’m no longer where I started. I’m generating income from my efforts, contributing to a space I believe in, and building a future for myself—one that feels more meaningful than I ever imagined when I first began.
Looking back, I can see that the help I prayed for wasn’t a person. It was faith, persistence, and the right community.
I may not be a hero yet, but I’m on my way.
And for now, I’m living in an answered prayer.🙂↔️
