I only realized after finally closing my positions that the most hidden leverage in this game was not on the chart at all, but applied to my own life.

I thought I was just placing a few trades, but in reality, I had unknowingly mortgaged those stable days, my parents' hopes, and my own shed tears as collateral. Candlestick charts distorted my dopamine threshold to an abnormal level, making me numb to all the ordinary warmth in reality. Finally, the Federal Reserve released hawkish signals, and my dreams shattered all over the ground. Turning around, I could barely accept the care my parents offered. I always thought I was playing against the market makers, but in fact I was just a madman, using the most sincere human emotions to exchange for a pile of illusory bubbles. The moment I shifted the focus of my life to the chart, I had already lost.