My brother mocked my startup as a “little project” at Dad’s birthday—until the truth behind it turned the entire room silent

starting to realize that you might need professional help.”

“Professional help?”

“Like a therapist. Someone who can help you work through this delusion and accept reality.”

I sat in my living room, looking out at the Seattle skyline. Somewhere out there, the largest tech company in the world was preparing to write me a check for three-point-eight billion continue reading …