It was 3 AM, my bedroom lit only by the cold blue glow of my screen. DOGE, 100x long. The chart was a sea of red, spiraling down, but I was convinced it *had* to bounce. My gut screamed, "Close it! Get out!" but my fingers were glued. I kept rationalizing, "Just a shakeout. It'll rip back, it always does." I remember a wave of stubbornness, almost defiance, washing over me. I wasn't looking at candles or indicators anymore; I was arguing with the market, desperate to prove *my* conviction right, even as the liquidation price crept closer. That's when it hit me: I wasn't trading a coin; I was clinging to an ego trip.

Ever felt that sickening knot, knowing you're just holding onto a prayer?

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