You know what no one tells you? That sometimes you can have over 20 years of experience, crush it in every creative category — from branding to interiors to fashion to digital strategy — and still get ghosted after applying to jobs you were born to do.
That was me.
I applied for jobs I thought I was perfect for. Roles in design, branding, creative direction, marketing strategy — jobs where I knew I could deliver tenfold. Jobs that needed the very skillset I spent decades building: creating full brand universes, launching products, building immersive selfie museums from scratch, directing user-generated content campaigns for celebrities and clients, designing fashion, interiors, websites, and running campaigns from idea to execution.
And what did I hear? Crickets.
Not even a "thank you for applying."
I could’ve let it kill my confidence. I could’ve assumed I wasn’t good enough.
But instead? I took a breath. I stood in the mirror. And I remembered who I am.
The Truth? The System Was Never Built for People Like Me 💔
Creative. Multidimensional. Self-made. Resilient. I built something out of nothing. I created magic out of mess.
And just because a hiring manager didn’t open my resume doesn’t mean I’m not worthy.
It means it’s time to stop waiting for permission.
So I did what I do best: I kept creating. I said yes to a full-time job in elderly care — not because I was giving up on my dreams, but because I was done betting everything on someone else validating them.
And the truth is, it wasn’t just for stability. It was also for something deeper: To reconnect. To give back. To serve. Before my 4-year Bachelor’s degree in Art & Design, before launching fashion lines, before pop-up museums and AI storytelling... I worked in elderly care. As a teen, I loved it. The human connection. The stories. The dignity in daily care.
Coming full circle to this space now doesn’t feel like failure. It feels like healing. Like grounding. Like community.
But I also need to be brutally honest:
I had no choice. I was left on rock bottom. Ghosted by the person who promised to have my back. Abandoned emotionally and financially by my ex, who walked away and left me to pick up the pieces.
And so I did. For my sons. For myself.
I worked day and night to rebuild everything from scratch — while supporting my teenage boys through school and graduation, while healing from trauma, while fighting to stay afloat.
No child should feel like their parent is drowning. I needed to provide not just love and support, but food, rent, stability. A future.
So I took the job. Not with shame — but with strength. Because that’s what mothers do. That’s what survivors do.
And no title, no job description, no social status will ever define me more than the fact that I stood back up. And kept going.
From Ghosted to Glowing: This Is the New Narrative 🌈
No more "fake it till you make it." I’m done pretending. This is what real looks like:
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Taking night shifts to pay bills while building a digital empire
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Showing up tired but inspired
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Healing from burnout, betrayal, and breakdowns
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Still choosing to believe in myself every damn day
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Finding meaning in helping others, even as I rebuild my own story
If you’ve been ghosted by the job market, hear this: You are not the rejection. You are the revolution.
And your story isn’t over. It’s just getting real.
Keep Building. Keep Rising. No Matter What. 🦄
You can be rejected and still radiant. You can be passed over and still powerful. You can be ghosted and still glowing.
Because the glow doesn’t come from their approval. It comes from your fire.
With extra rainbOH!w sparkles & good vibes OH!nly
✨🦄💦🌈 / Angelina Mi Lajki
