My plan was simple:

The money that came from Craftsira, I would reinvest into Giftsira.

That way, one dream would fuel the other.

 

So I kept learning, moving into my next phase: marketing.

I studied social media, promotions, designing, with my constant partner — ChatGPT.

 

But reality was harsher than I imagined.

Three months passed.

Not a single product sold from Craftsira.

 

Instead of money coming in, money only kept flowing out.

From my savings. From my salary.

Every small step asked for a cost:

•Social media marketing.

•Canva for product pics and banner designing.

•Even ChatGPT my partner (😂)

 

The frustration level was even higher because no one else knew.

I had kept everything a secret, so there was no one to share the struggle with.

Maybe I was wrong there — maybe I should have told at least my wife.

But then again… I’m stronger too. (😅)

 

Nights were the hardest.

When I closed my eyes, I would imagine: “If this works, what will my family say? What will my friends or office colleagues think?”

That thought gave me strength.

Even in the middle of failure, I felt a secret kind of pride.

 

And every night, I would fall asleep with that proud feeling —

knowing that no matter how tough it was, I was still moving forward.

 

My excitement slowed.

My speed slowed.

But one thing never stopped —

I never gave up.

 

No matter how heavy the frustration, I kept building Giftsira with my own hands.

Because even in the darkest phase, I believed one thing:

A dream only dies when you stop working on it.

 

And I wasn’t ready to let Giftsira die.