I Was 40, Broke, and Starting Over With RM100
There's a kind of silence that you only understand after you've lost everything. Not the peaceful kind. The kind where you sit there, run the numbers for the fourth time, and hope the answer will somehow be different. It never is. That Year, I Was 40 That year, I sold the pharmacy I had spent years building. Not because business was good and I was riding off into the sunset. Because I couldn't hold on anymore. Bills. Debts. My son's medical and therapy costs — coming at me one after another. It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't the kind of story that makes the news. I was the kind of person who still showed up to work on time, still smiled at people — but inside, the numbers never added up no matter how many times I ran them. I was 40. I thought I had life figured out by now. Turns out, I really didn't. The Hardest Part Wasn't the Money Everyone assumes that starting over is hardest financially. It's not. The hardest part is identity. I ha...