My Journey

2000.

A garage. Band practice. The smell of overheated metal and old gear. And then, my friend Yarik pulls out a fresh certificate from his old backpack — officially a registered entrepreneur. “Look at me! I’m a businessman now!” 😎 At that moment, I was a student at Zaporizhzhia National University and felt two things: 1. Pride for my friend. 2. And a burning desire to become an entrepreneur too. “Why not me?” — I thought.

Alcohol and I? We go way back. Not always a disaster, but definitely complicated. I’ve tried quitting more than once. Sometimes for a few weeks, sometimes for years. The first real win?

How many times have I done this? “I’m writing again.” Or “This time, I’ll really tell everything.” And then? Silence. Again.