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Do you feel incompetent while building with AI, even though you know you’re capable of building something people are dying to pay for? Its a trap thats far too easy to get stuck in, i myself was trapped here for months when I first startedId get Ai to build me a saas that kinda worked, and it felt amazing. But the second I’d add a feature everything else would break and I’d be thrown into a spiral of another 4 hours of back and forth trying desperately to get it working. Here’s the problem though I was telling myself I was still making progress, at least I was learning, at least i was adding more features my future customers would use. I wasn't though, I was just avoiding the work I really needed to do. I had no users because my saas never worked! The second someone tried it, they’d instantly leave and never come back This is so much worse when you already have an audience ready to buy You KNOW there’s thousands of users just waiting for an email from you on your big launch But that day never comes, because you’re endlessly trying to perfect something that you can never finish Just as you get close to launching, something breaks, or you ask yourself: ❓Is this good enough for my audience? ❓What if it costs too much to run? ❓How do I price it ❓What if I launch and people think its shit? So you get back to work and you keep building, adding more and more The SaaS gets bigger, messier, harder to use. With every “fix” you’re making your saas more unusable, and you’re drifting further away from your goal of having paying users and real MRR This is why the Ai keeps breaking your app, this is why you’ve not launched yet I’ve been there before 12 months before my SaaS did over $150,000 in revenue in January 2026, I was stagnating around $1,000/month But what changed for me wasn’t adding more features, it was building a simple, working version that I could launch Getting real users, then building from their feedback instead and repeating that loop But this only works when you place the correct controls over the Ai, to stop it breaking all your good work, and finally building a bug free saas you can scale On this class i’m taking you behind the scenes and showing you exactly how I used AI to build my SaaS, got it launched, used customer feedback to improve it, and turned it into something people actually paid for. If you have an idea, a half-built AI project, or an audience you keep meaning to launch something to Click below and register for the free class.

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Everyone told me love was supposed to feel good. No one warned me that sometimes love is learning to make excuses for the person who hurts you. I grew up in a house that was too quiet. Not because it was peaceful — but because all of us had learned to stay silent. Silent when the doors slammed. Silent when, the next morning, my mother smoothed her concealer a little thicker over her cheekbone. I swore to myself when I was still a girl: this will never happen to me. I'll be smarter. I'll choose someone different. I'll break the cycle. And then I met him. He came into my life like a breath of air after a long dive underwater. Beautiful enough to stop my heart. Smart, successful, attentive to the little things I forgot about myself. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth having. And for the first time in a long while, I let myself believe I deserved to be happy. The first months felt like a dream I never wanted to wake from. He knew how to make me laugh. He knew what to say when I was falling apart. He knew me — sometimes, it seemed, better than I knew myself. And then came the thing I didn't let myself see right away. A wrist gripped a little too hard. An apology the next morning — so sincere, so desperate, that I was the one who ended up comforting him. "I didn't mean to. You know I'm not like that. I just love you so much, it makes me crazy to think of losing you." And I believed it. God, how I wanted to believe it. Because I knew his story. I knew the hell he'd been through as a child, the scars he carried inside. And every time something happened, I told myself: it's not him, it's his past. I can heal him. Love heals — that's what I'd always been told. But between "he slipped" and "it's happening again" lies a chasm you only see later, looking back. I grew quieter. More careful choosing my words. I started reading his mood the moment I crossed the threshold — the way I once read my father's. I stopped seeing my friends, because it was easier that way. I began to disappear — slowly, piece by piece, and I hardly noticed it happening. The woman who'd sworn this would never happen to her looked back at me from the mirror with her mother's eyes. And then I found out I was pregnant. And everything changed. Because now it wasn't only my life anymore. I held the test in my hands and understood: one day this child would grow up in a house that was too quiet. One day they would learn to stay silent when the doors slammed. And they'd ask me the one question I'd have no answer for: "Mom, why did you stay?" I loved him. That's the worst part — that I really did love him, even then. No one warns you that leaving the person who hurts you is a hundred times harder when, in between the pain, you still see the person you fell for. But my love for him and my love for myself finally stood on opposite sides. And for the first time in my life, I had to choose. I thought about that chain — my mother, me, my child. About how pain is handed down like an inheritance, unless someone finds the courage to cut it off. And I understood who I had to become. Not the one who endures. Not the one who forgives for the hundredth time. But the one with whom all of it ends. The story has only just begun. Find out if she finds the courage to break the cycle — listen to "It Ends with Us" on Peech.