I'm tired of trading... I truly hate trading with all that I have.
I don't know when I started hating myself staring at the chart for hours, waiting for a green candle to save me from a hole I dug with my own hands.
I entered this field dreaming. Dreaming that $10 would become $100, and $100 would become $1000. I thought it was just a click of a button... Buy.. Sell.. Profit.
No one told me that click would take my sleep, my health, and my nerves.
How many times did I say "This is the last trade" and came back?
How many times did I set a stop-loss and swore I would respect it, then moved it with my own hand while watching the loss grow?
How many times did I win $0.01 and felt like the king of the market, then lost everything in a minute of stupidity?
I'm tired of the lie "The price will come back"
I'm tired of the sentence "Be patient, the market will reward the patient" - the market only rewards whales
I'm tired of analysis, indicators, RSI, MACD, and every line I drew that got broken
I'm tired of being the red candle in my own portfolio
Today I look at a trade with a $10 bonus that I can't even withdraw, dreaming of making $5 from it, while others win and lose thousands at the same moment without even blinking.
Is the fault in the market? Or is the fault in us, who entered with our hearts, not our minds?
I'm not quitting because I lost, I'm quitting because I'm exhausted..
Exhausted from the false hope every analyst on Twitter sells
Exhausted from waiting for Bitcoin to reach 90k to make my $5 dream come true
Exhausted from following every piece of news, every tweet, every candle
I will leave the platform open, and the trade open, let the market go up or down, I no longer care.
Whoever wants to learn trading, let him first learn how to control himself before controlling his money.
Goodbye for now... or maybe forever.
#Trading #Bitcoin #TraderLife #BTC
I don't know when I started hating myself staring at the chart for hours, waiting for a green candle to save me from a hole I dug with my own hands.
I entered this field dreaming. Dreaming that $10 would become $100, and $100 would become $1000. I thought it was just a click of a button... Buy.. Sell.. Profit.
No one told me that click would take my sleep, my health, and my nerves.
How many times did I say "This is the last trade" and came back?
How many times did I set a stop-loss and swore I would respect it, then moved it with my own hand while watching the loss grow?
How many times did I win $0.01 and felt like the king of the market, then lost everything in a minute of stupidity?
I'm tired of the lie "The price will come back"
I'm tired of the sentence "Be patient, the market will reward the patient" - the market only rewards whales
I'm tired of analysis, indicators, RSI, MACD, and every line I drew that got broken
I'm tired of being the red candle in my own portfolio
Today I look at a trade with a $10 bonus that I can't even withdraw, dreaming of making $5 from it, while others win and lose thousands at the same moment without even blinking.
Is the fault in the market? Or is the fault in us, who entered with our hearts, not our minds?
I'm not quitting because I lost, I'm quitting because I'm exhausted..
Exhausted from the false hope every analyst on Twitter sells
Exhausted from waiting for Bitcoin to reach 90k to make my $5 dream come true
Exhausted from following every piece of news, every tweet, every candle
I will leave the platform open, and the trade open, let the market go up or down, I no longer care.
Whoever wants to learn trading, let him first learn how to control himself before controlling his money.
Goodbye for now... or maybe forever.
#Trading #Bitcoin #TraderLife #BTC