About the chapter of takeout in my life🛵……

Today I accidentally found an old video from May 2021
The moment I opened that old phone, tears almost couldn’t be held back. The boy on the screen wearing a yellow helmet, with a mask tightly pressed against his face, glasses blurred by sweat and fog—that was me at that time
That was the darkest, most tormenting year of my life
Owing huge amounts of online loans and credit card debt, every day I woke up to a pile of collection messages and calls. During the day, I rode that old electric scooter, weaving through the city streets and alleys, braving 40-degree heat, rainstorms, and cold winds to deliver takeout. Sweat soaked my clothes, the mask wet then dry, then wet again, shoulders and waist feeling like they would fall apart after a day. Returning to the rented room at night, I was too exhausted to even eat, but still forced myself to open trading software, continuing my “turnaround plan”
I spent almost every penny earned from delivering takeout during the day on trading. When I had small positions, I could slowly grow them, watching the account balance inch upward, secretly igniting hope inside, thinking I was finally about to turn the corner. But as soon as I increased my position size, even a slight market fluctuation would instantly wipe it out, zeroing out overnight. That feeling of falling from heaven to hell really can break a person
I asked myself countless times: Should I keep going? Should I fight one more time? But the reality was, debts kept piling up, my health was deteriorating, and my mental state was on the verge of collapse
Later, I finally woke up
It wasn’t that trading was impossible, it was that my mindset and methods at the time were completely wrong. I started forcing myself to stop: first, shrinking my trading positions to the minimum, even pausing large-scale trades for more than half a year, focusing all my energy on delivering takeout and paying off debts. During the day, I continued to run deliveries; at night, I no longer stayed up late watching charts, but reviewed my past trades carefully, learning about risk control, capital management, and trading psychology. I started keeping accounts, making plans, paying off debts one by one, even if only a few dozen yuan a day, I would never give up
In the hardest times, I could deliver takeout for 13 hours a day, then continue studying until 2 or 3 a.m. Body exhausted, mind even more so, but this time I no longer dreamed of getting rich overnight. I treated each day as a day to pay off debts and accumulate
Gradually, debts began to decrease, and the account started to stabilize with profits. In the second half of 2022, I completely paid off all high-interest loans and credit card debts, and trading also got back on track, no longer driven by emotion but by disciplined, rule-based systematic operations. Later, I gradually expanded my income sources, and life slowly improved
Looking back now, those most painful days became my greatest wealth. They taught me endurance, persistence, respect for the market, and also made me truly understand what “stability” means
Brothers, if you are now walking the same path I once did—debt, hustle, trading failures, no hope—believe me:
The road you’re on now is just the road I once traveled.
I made it out, and you definitely can too
Calm your mind, survive first, then slowly turn things around
Darkness will always pass, dawn will truly come
Hold on
I’m waiting for you ahead
Shall we meet at the top, toast, and celebrate?