I didn't realize until I liquidated everything at the end that the most hidden leverage in this game was never on the charts, but added to my own life.

I thought I was just placing a few orders, but in reality, I had unknowingly put those stable days, my parents' hopes, and the tears I shed all as collateral. The candlesticks distorted my dopamine threshold, making me numb to all the ordinary warmth in reality. Finally, the Federal Reserve released hawkish signals, and my dreams shattered. Turning around, I could hardly accept the care my parents offered. I always thought I was playing against the market makers, but in fact, I was just a madman, trading the most genuine human emotions for a pile of illusory bubbles. The moment I shifted the center of my life to the charts, I had already lost.