I made a million from trading cryptocurrencies and suddenly felt lost about what to do next.

At 3 AM, I refreshed my wallet balance for the 17th time: 1,023,786 yuan. The cold light of the screen shone on my face, and the numbers my fingers glided across felt like some kind of extraterrestrial symbols—half a year ago, they barely made up 50,000 in my bank account.

I've heard too many myths about getting rich in the crypto world, but when I actually rolled 30,000 in capital into a million in profit, my first reaction was fear.

1. Absurd Wealth Game

I clearly remember that magical night:

Before the Dogecoin surge, I saw an anonymous message in a Telegram group: "The next SHIB, hurry in."

My fingers moved faster than my brain, and within 5 minutes, I bet all my positions.

Three days later, my assets multiplied by 40 times.

No technical analysis, no financial research, just a pure collusion of gamblers and algorithms.

2. The Hollow After a Million

I did everything I was supposed to do in the rich template:

✅ Quit my job and posted on social media, "Thanks to blockchain."

✅ Bought AJ sneakers and treated friends to omakase.

✅ Transferred 100,000 to my parents, lying that it was a "project bonus."

But when I sat in my rented room at dawn, searching through a screen full of candlestick charts, I suddenly realized: I had lost my "sense of purpose."

– Continue trading? I know this was just luck.

– Buy a house? Even the down payment for a first-tier city isn't enough.

– Start a business? I don't have any skills other than looking at candlestick charts.

The scariest part is: I can no longer endure a life of working 9 to 5 for a monthly salary of 10,000.

3. Self-Rescue Checklist

Over the past two months, I've tried various captivating methods that might be reference points for my brothers and sisters:

1. Money Isolation Experiment

I exchanged 800,000 for gold and stored it in a bank safe. Only when I physically touched those metal blocks did I feel the money was real.

2. Low-End Job Experience

I went to a destination for three days, and in the heat of the frying oil, I remembered the line from "Fight Club": "You are not your fucking khakis."

I forced myself to go out for 2 hours every day to avoid becoming a "digital cave dweller."

I know money can't change one's social class, but at least, it is just a ticket, not a notice to exit.

(Writing this, I realize that the real confusion isn't about money, but rather how sudden wealth has severed the narrative of ordinary people's struggles)—perhaps you have also experienced this sense of tearing?

Sigh, the alarm rang, let’s recharge our faith and all get rich! Tomorrow Ethereum upgrades in Prague, and tonight the Federal Reserve's decision—are big changes really coming??