Crypto Scar

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Es esmu redzējusi diagrammu. Es zināju, kur man vajadzētu iziet. Es vienkārši nevēlējos to pieņemt.
Agrīnā posmā es sev teicu, ka esmu pacietīga. Ka tirgum vienkārši bija nepieciešams laiks. Cena kritās, tad atkal kritās, un es skatījos uz ekrāna, it kā tas man kaut ko parādītu. Darījuma slēgšana šķita smagāka nekā pats zaudējums. Kad tu iznāc, zaudējums kļūst reāls. Kamēr tu paliec iekšā, joprojām ir stāsts, ko tu vari sev pastāstīt.
Dažreiz tas nostrādāja. Notika atsitiens. Es jutos gudra, gandrīz lepna par savām “stiprajām rokām.” Šī sajūta palika ilgāk, nekā tai vajadzētu. Tā klusu apmācīja mani ignorēt risku. Es sāku ticēt, ka katra sarkanā svecīte ir pagaidu, ka katrs kritums ir tikai troksnis. Šī pārliecība izmaksāja vairāk nekā jebkurš atsevišķs sliktais darījums.

Sākumā es domāju, ka grafiks bija ienaidnieks.
Pārāk ātri. Pārāk lēni. Pārāk mulsinoši. Vienmēr darot pretējo tam, ko es gaidīju. Es stundām ilgi skatījos uz svecēm, pārliecināts, ka, ja vien es paskatīšos uzmanīgāk, atbilde parādīsies. Bet lielāko daļu laika grafiks mani nesalauza. Manas domas to izdarīja.
Bailes parādās pirms kustības pat sākas. Tu šaubies, cena skrien bez tevis, un pēkšņi alkatība pārņem. Tu iešļūc iekšā vēlu, zinot, ka tas ir vēlu, izlikdamies, ka tā nav. Pēkšņi viens neliels atsitiena brīdis jūtas kā pasaules gals. Rokas dreb. Loģika pazūd. Grafiks paliek nemainīgs, bet tavas domas nē.

When the market goes quiet, something strange happens inside a trader.
No candles running. No sharp moves. No chaos. Just slow, boring price action. And somehow, that calm feels heavier than a crash.
I’ve noticed this in myself more times than I’d like to admit. When volatility dries up, my mind starts making noise. I begin checking charts more often, not less. I zoom in. I overthink small movements that mean nothing. A part of me feels useless, like I’m missing something important, like money is being made somewhere without me.
Losses in the past trained my brain to expect pain or reward at every moment. So when nothing happens, it feels unnatural. Suspicious. I start doubting my patience. Then my confidence. Then my plan. I remember the times I forced trades just to feel involved, just to break the silence. Sometimes it worked. Often it didn’t. The regret always felt the same.
Quiet markets expose an uncomfortable truth. Trading isn’t just about handling fear during drops or greed during pumps. It’s also about sitting with boredom. About resisting the urge to create action when none is needed. That’s harder than it sounds.
Over time, after enough small mistakes and a few lucky escapes, I began to see it differently. The market resting isn’t empty. It’s neutral. The real tension isn’t on the chart. It’s in the trader watching it.
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Most beginners I see start the same way I did. YouTube open, chart on the screen, confidence borrowed from someone else’s voice. It feels safe. Someone already tested it. Someone already knows where price will go. You just have to follow.
At the beginning, it almost works. A small win makes you feel smart. Another win makes you feel ready. You start thinking the hard part is over. That’s usually when the market reminds you it doesn’t care what you watched last night.
Losses don’t arrive like they do in videos. They come slowly, then all at once. You hesitate because the YouTuber entered faster than you. You hold because the video said “wait for confirmation.” You exit early because fear is louder than logic. Later you watch price go exactly where you first thought it would, without you.
What beginners don’t see is that those clean examples hide years of confusion. They don’t show the emotional mess. The overtrading after a loss. The overconfidence after a win. The constant switching because another video made more sense than the last one.
I learned this the hard way: copying someone’s trades is easy. Carrying your own emotions is not. At some point, every trader has to stop trading the video and start facing the screen alone. That moment changes everything.
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There’s a moment in trading that scares me more than red candles.
It’s that quiet thought: this time it’s certain.
I’ve felt it. More than once.
After a few losses, when the noise settles. Or after a small win that feels like proof. You start connecting dots that only make sense in your head. The chart looks familiar. The timing feels right. Your confidence doesn’t come from facts, it comes from relief. Relief that maybe the confusion is finally over.
That’s when I usually size up a bit more than I should. Not out of greed exactly, but conviction. I tell myself I’m being calm. Patient. But deep down, it’s comfort talking. The market hasn’t changed. I have.
When it works, it feeds the story. When it doesn’t, the damage feels personal. Because you didn’t just lose money. You lost certainty. And certainty is addictive. Once you taste it, you want it again. So you look for it in places it never truly exists.
Over time, I’ve noticed something uncomfortable. The market doesn’t punish fear as much as it punishes confidence that feels settled. The moment you stop questioning, stop hesitating just a little, you stop listening.
Now when that thought shows up—this time it’s sure—I don’t argue with it. I just recognize it. Because every real turning point I’ve seen came without certainty. Only awareness.

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