The echo of LA's neon buzz still flickered in my mind when the silence of failure finally set in. I had been living the dream, surrounded by icons, making connections, and building my vision. But dreams come with a cost, and the price was starting to catch up with me.The money had run out. My pockets were empty, and my bank account was a cruel reminder that nothing lasts forever, especially not when you’re chasing something so ambitious and uncertain. I couldn’t keep the momentum going, and the pressure had finally broken me.I had to leave. The buzz of LA, the parties, the excitement—it all felt like a world away as I boarded that flight back to the UK. The place I once called home now felt like a far-off memory. I landed back in London with nothing but a suitcase and an overwhelming sense of failure.For the first time in my life, I had nothing. No money, no possessions, and no idea how I was going to keep moving forward. It was one of the darkest times in my life. I ended up moving ba...
Read More
