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I’ve been invested in CYDY for over 6-7 years now. Honestly, for the first year or so, I barely understood what I’d poured a serious chunk of money into. Then COVID hit, and like so many of us, I got genuinely excited—we thought we might have something truly groundbreaking.
Of course, we all know how the “three-finger story” and the following years played out… brutal drops, endless frustrations, the works.
But here we are: those of us who’ve weathered the absolute worst—lows, setbacks—and still show up with some optimism intact. We’re still hoping, maybe even believing, that this could finally be our moment.
Ask yourself one simple question: What could possibly happen now to truly ruin your day?
With everything cooking in the kitchen—real progress on the horizon, negative baggage and dead weight finally getting cleared out one by one—come on, man! We’re in probably the strongest position this company has ever been in. Nothing but upside feels realistic at this point. I can’t even picture a major disaster anymore.
We’ve got deep-pocketed believers funding trials out of conviction. We’ve assembled an incredible team of scientists and true supporters. And don’t forget Ohm’s List—all those potential indications, all those patients who could get a real shot at life again. Extending time for the terminally ill, giving families hope—we’ve all seen the suffering up close, directly or through loved ones, every single day.
How many times a day do you check on CYDY? Is it just the sunk cost talking—the money we’ve irrationally committed? Or is it deeper: that quiet hope we’ll wake up one morning and realize none of this was a waste of time or capital?
I’ve stopped trying to convince anyone outside this circle. I don’t apologize to a soul. Fuck ’em! ????
I believed in this, put my own money where my mouth was, and genuinely wanted to see lives changed—including theirs if they listened. I never imagined the drop from $5–7 down to 12 cents. So what do you say when people ask? I told them: Buy more if you can afford it—you won’t regret it. This isn’t a quick flip; it’s a long-haul play. Either believe in the science and the mission, or get out and leave me alone about it.
How sweet would it be to wake up one day and see it all pay off? All those lives transformed…
I’m nearing retirement. My kids are set to stand on their own, and I’ve tucked away what I can for the grandkids (those little terrors). CYDY is part of what I’m leaving behind for them—a bet on something bigger than just money. So yeah, no plans to jump ship anytime soon, especially not at these levels.
It’s good to see so many familiar names still here after all these years. Gives you that warm, fuzzy feeling—you’re not the only dreamer in the room.
Hold strong, folks. We’ve earned this shot.
I’ve been invested in CYDY for over 6-7 years now. Honestly, for the first year or so, I barely understood what I’d poured a serious chunk of money into. Then COVID hit, and like so many of us, I got genuinely excited—we thought we might have something truly groundbreaking.
Of course, we all know how the “three-finger story” and the following years played out… brutal drops, endless frustrations, the works.
But here we are: those of us who’ve weathered the absolute worst—lows, setbacks—and still show up with some optimism intact. We’re still hoping, maybe even believing, that this could finally be our moment.
Ask yourself one simple question: What could possibly happen now to truly ruin your day?
With everything cooking in the kitchen—real progress on the horizon, negative baggage and dead weight finally getting cleared out one by one—come on, man! We’re in probably the strongest position this company has ever been in. Nothing but upside feels realistic at this point. I can’t even picture a major disaster anymore.
We’ve got deep-pocketed believers funding trials out of conviction. We’ve assembled an incredible team of scientists and true supporters. And don’t forget Ohm’s List—all those potential indications, all those patients who could get a real shot at life again. Extending time for the terminally ill, giving families hope—we’ve all seen the suffering up close, directly or through loved ones, every single day.
How many times a day do you check on CYDY? Is it just the sunk cost talking—the money we’ve irrationally committed? Or is it deeper: that quiet hope we’ll wake up one morning and realize none of this was a waste of time or capital?
I’ve stopped trying to convince anyone outside this circle. I don’t apologize to a soul. Fuck ’em! ????
I believed in this, put my own money where my mouth was, and genuinely wanted to see lives changed—including theirs if they listened. I never imagined the drop from $5–7 down to 12 cents. So what do you say when people ask? I told them: Buy more if you can afford it—you won’t regret it. This isn’t a quick flip; it’s a long-haul play. Either believe in the science and the mission, or get out and leave me alone about it.
How sweet would it be to wake up one day and see it all pay off? All those lives transformed…
I’m nearing retirement. My kids are set to stand on their own, and I’ve tucked away what I can for the grandkids (those little terrors). CYDY is part of what I’m leaving behind for them—a bet on something bigger than just money. So yeah, no plans to jump ship anytime soon, especially not at these levels.
It’s good to see so many familiar names still here after all these years. Gives you that warm, fuzzy feeling—you’re not the only dreamer in the room.
Hold strong, folks. We’ve earned this shot.
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