The moment the account balance of #加密领域市场回调 jumped to 386U, I stared at the screen in a daze for ten minutes.

It's not about being distressed over money. It's the sense of powerlessness that comes from being completely crushed by the market, to the point of not even having the strength to resist. Those who understand should know what I'm talking about.

At that moment, I really wanted to close the app and never touch it again, but I was also filled with a surge of determination—why should it end like this? I won't accept this ending.

That night, I opened two bottles of beer, drinking while watching the market. My fingers trembled as they brushed across the screen, and my heart raced as if it were about to leap out of my chest. The moment the first order turned profitable, I yelled into the empty room; that was the voice of someone who had climbed out of despair.

Some people say I've gone crazy, continuously rolling positions is simply playing with fire. But I know it's not out of anger, it's the last stubbornness deep within me. That kind of resoluteness, which even scares myself, ultimately pushed 386 to 4800.

What you see is the result, but you don't see me at three in the morning, with sore eyes staring at the K-line and my palms drenched in cold sweat. I'm never a genius, I just didn't back down that night.

The most torturous thing in the crypto world has never been just pure losses, but the cycle of "just when you think you're about to turn things around, you're slapped back to square one." If you're not ruthless enough, you can't even grab a ticket to turn things around.

Now that I think about it, I barely remember how I got through that night. From 386 to 4800, rather than calling it a miracle, it's more like an act of revenge - revenge against the market and also against that past self who was too cowardly to take action.