I met a girl. She used to work in operations at an internet company and had managed to save a few dozen thousand RMB. Back in 2021, when Bitcoin surged, she didn’t use leverage—she only bought spot. She bought all the way up and kept making money, so she was floating, talking to me every day about financial freedom. Then the bear market came. She didn’t run. Thinking “long-term holding,” she went from being up by hundreds of thousands to turning it into losses—until in the end she was left with less than twenty thousand U.
The worst part isn’t just that the money was gone. She had already quit her job back then and went full-time to watch the market. Every day she woke up and looked at the candlestick charts; at night she’d jolt awake at 3 a.m. just to check once more. She was so mentally exhausted that she felt like life was over. She didn’t even dare open the app—her phone would vibrate and she’d get panicky. Later she just threw her phone under the sofa. Sitting on the balcony, she’d stare into the distance holding her cat. She told me that at that time she even found the downstairs delivery guys envious—at least they had a schedule and something to do.
The turning point wasn’t that she suddenly found some miracle “hundredfold coin.” It was that she finally gave up on the stubbornness. She went to a convenience store and took a night shift job as a cashier—4,800 a month. She slept during the day, got up in the evening to run, and at night she cashiered while taking quick looks at the market. She wrote “stop-loss line,” “at most 20% position,” and “only trade twice a week” on sticky notes, put them on the fridge door, and checked them once every day before leaving home.
She kept doing that for almost two years. She saved a bit from the cashier job, did some small-position swing trades, didn’t get greedy—made a few hundred and took profit, lost and then waited for the next chance. By early this year, most of what she had lost was back—she hadn’t gotten rich, but she had some extra money and could finally sleep normally and eat a meal like a normal person. She told me that being alive mattered more than winning one round. Those numbers looked terrifying, but what you’ve cashed out is what belongs to you.
Later, she quit the convenience store job. She rented a small place by the river and did one simple thing—trade spot. If it worked, good; if it didn’t, she’d go run. She said she used to chase doubling; now she chases stability. As long as she doesn’t lose so badly that she can’t sleep soundly, then even if you “win” you’ll count it.
Have you ever, during the hardest times at the bottom of the pit, managed to climb out even a little bit—by relying on what?
#币圈故事 #成长
The worst part isn’t just that the money was gone. She had already quit her job back then and went full-time to watch the market. Every day she woke up and looked at the candlestick charts; at night she’d jolt awake at 3 a.m. just to check once more. She was so mentally exhausted that she felt like life was over. She didn’t even dare open the app—her phone would vibrate and she’d get panicky. Later she just threw her phone under the sofa. Sitting on the balcony, she’d stare into the distance holding her cat. She told me that at that time she even found the downstairs delivery guys envious—at least they had a schedule and something to do.
The turning point wasn’t that she suddenly found some miracle “hundredfold coin.” It was that she finally gave up on the stubbornness. She went to a convenience store and took a night shift job as a cashier—4,800 a month. She slept during the day, got up in the evening to run, and at night she cashiered while taking quick looks at the market. She wrote “stop-loss line,” “at most 20% position,” and “only trade twice a week” on sticky notes, put them on the fridge door, and checked them once every day before leaving home.
She kept doing that for almost two years. She saved a bit from the cashier job, did some small-position swing trades, didn’t get greedy—made a few hundred and took profit, lost and then waited for the next chance. By early this year, most of what she had lost was back—she hadn’t gotten rich, but she had some extra money and could finally sleep normally and eat a meal like a normal person. She told me that being alive mattered more than winning one round. Those numbers looked terrifying, but what you’ve cashed out is what belongs to you.
Later, she quit the convenience store job. She rented a small place by the river and did one simple thing—trade spot. If it worked, good; if it didn’t, she’d go run. She said she used to chase doubling; now she chases stability. As long as she doesn’t lose so badly that she can’t sleep soundly, then even if you “win” you’ll count it.
Have you ever, during the hardest times at the bottom of the pit, managed to climb out even a little bit—by relying on what?
#币圈故事 #成长