The weather today is miserable—damp, cold, and gray. I honestly can’t tell if it’s a cold front clashing with the rain, or just my own freezing heart mixing with a steady stream of tears. The Red Wedding (On My Screen) I woke up expecting the usual morning glow of my phone screen, but instead, I was greeted by a bloodbath. The charts didn't just "dip"; they took a Olympic-level swan dive into a bottomless abyss. Every time I refreshed the app, another chunk of my digital soul—and my savings—evaporated into the ether. The wind outside is howling, but it's nothing compared to the screaming silence of my portfolio. I remember the "To the Moon" days, where I was already picking out the color of my imaginary Lambo. Now, I’m wondering if I can afford the premium brand of instant noodles tonight. It’s a strange kind of grief. You can't touch it, you can't smell it, but the weight of those missing digits feels like a physical blow to the chest. I’m sitting here, wrapped in a blanket that isn't quite warm enough, watching the rain strike the window and thinking: At least the rain is free. How is everyone holding up through this wave? Would you like me to add a bit more dark humor to this, or perhaps turn it into a more dramatic "survivor's tale"? #加密市场反弹 $BTC {future}(BTCUSDT)
The weather today is miserable—damp, cold, and gray. I honestly can’t tell if it’s a cold front clashing with the rain, or just my own freezing heart mixing with a steady stream of tears. The Red Wedding (On My Screen) I woke up expecting the usual morning glow of my phone screen, but instead, I was greeted by a bloodbath. The charts didn't just "dip"; they took a Olympic-level swan dive into a bottomless abyss. Every time I refreshed the app, another chunk of my digital soul—and my savings—evaporated into the ether. The wind outside is howling, but it's nothing compared to the screaming silence of my portfolio. I remember the "To the Moon" days, where I was already picking out the color of my imaginary Lambo. Now, I’m wondering if I can afford the premium brand of instant noodles tonight. It’s a strange kind of grief. You can't touch it, you can't smell it, but the weight of those missing digits feels like a physical blow to the chest. I’m sitting here, wrapped in a blanket that isn't quite warm enough, watching the rain strike the window and thinking: At least the rain is free. How is everyone holding up through this wave? Would you like me to add a bit more dark humor to this, or perhaps turn it into a more dramatic "survivor's tale"? #加密市场反弹 $BTC
To be honest, the devastating blow I took after entering the crypto world was something I never saw coming.
Back in the first half of 2025, I was unstoppable. When a colleague mentioned traveling to Japan, I told her "let me think about it." By the next morning, I was asking for her arrival time—because I was already at the airport. Life was effortless, spontaneous, and entirely on my terms.
But then, reality hit hard. I brought my old traditional finance habits into a market that doesn't play by the rules. I wasn't prepared for the "flash crashes" and the brutal volatility. Between a distracting phone call from an ex and a market collapse, I was dragged to rock bottom in just a few months.
It wasn't until I came across Dan Koe’s insights and looked at this sketch of myself that it finally clicked: This current version of my life is not the one I want.
So, I’m choosing to restart. Right here, right now.
To everyone reading this: No matter how deep the "dip" in your life is, remember that you have the power to hit the reset button. See you at the top.
To be honest, the devastating blow I took after entering the crypto world was something I never saw coming.
Back in the first half of 2025, I was unstoppable. When a colleague mentioned traveling to Japan, I told her "let me think about it." By the next morning, I was asking for her arrival time—because I was already at the airport. Life was effortless, spontaneous, and entirely on my terms.
But then, reality hit hard. I brought my old traditional finance habits into a market that doesn't play by the rules. I wasn't prepared for the "flash crashes" and the brutal volatility. Between a distracting phone call from an ex and a market collapse, I was dragged to rock bottom in just a few months.
It wasn't until I came across Dan Koe’s insights and looked at this sketch of myself that it finally clicked: This current version of my life is not the one I want.
So, I’m choosing to restart. Right here, right now.
To everyone reading this: No matter how deep the "dip" in your life is, remember that you have the power to hit the reset button. See you at the top.