Four days, ten thousand points. 73k to 63k.

A few weeks ago, I went all-in on a short position, hardly anyone believed it could fall so smoothly. From Friday to Monday, 70k held for 72 hours, the whole world was shouting for a bottom. Technical analysts drew support levels, fundamental analysts calculated valuations. During those three days, I felt some fluctuation inside—not because I was losing money, my short position was floating profit.
Because everyone was saying "it's over," and I said "not yet."
The hardest part of trading is not judging the direction. It’s when you’re right, but you don’t dare to be sure you’re right.
78k was the position where I fully shorted at the last. By Tuesday of that week, it was already 66k, and those calling for a bottom stopped talking. Wednesday at 64k, someone started private messaging me asking if I should run. Today at 63k. Extreme fear level 12—what the bulls see is suffocation, I see is that the trend hasn’t slowed down.