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Rain lashed against the cafe window as my MacBook screen flickered into oblivion thirty minutes before a client pitch. That gut-churning hardware failure wasn't just a technical disaster—it exposed the rotten core of my financial scaffolding. For years, I'd juggled four apps: one for trading stocks, another for savings, a third for daily spending, and some clunky bank portal that felt like navigating a fax machine. My emergency fund? Trapped in a "high-yield" account demanding 48-hour transfers

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That night, my phone felt like a lead weight burning through my pajama pocket. I'd smashed my third device that month - glass shards glittering like accusation across the bedroom floor. Each fracture marked another failure, another plunge into that soul-crushing loop of shame-guilt-relapse. My knuckles bled as I swept up the evidence, but the real wound festered deeper: this isolation was killing me faster than any addiction.

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The city’s neon lights bled through rain-smeared windows as I cursed under my breath. 11:47 PM. Stranded in the financial district’s concrete canyon after delivering a pitch that evaporated like my client’s enthusiasm. Uber’s surge pricing mocked me with triple digits. Lyft’s spinning icon became a taunting pinwheel of despair. My soaked suit clung like a second skin when I remembered the forgotten app buried in my downloads – Easy Tappsi. Skepticism warred with desperation as my trembling thumb