I remember waking up in my apartment, walking out onto the balcony, looking up and seeing the office windows (I lived across the street) and thinking that I had

I remember waking up in my apartment, walking out onto the balcony, looking up and seeing the office windows (I lived across the street) and thinking that I had failed. A week later I had my entire life packed into my car and drove across the country to be with my friends who knew me before I had sunk my life into trying to make the company happen. Fortunately I still had some residual income from another part of the company that I hadn't sold, so I lived off that. A year and a half in a bathrobe, letting friends pass thru my house, I found myself being asked to help a friend at his startup getting things off the groud, a contract gig, but cash and something back in the working world. Life continues, its a very hard place to be on day one, but each day it gets better. It is still an experience that I'd never trade. Ever.