It started with a simple goal —
to make money.
Just one good trade, I told myself,
and everything will change.
Days turned into weeks,
weeks into months,
and slowly…
I began to disappear behind the screen.
Sometimes I lost to a stop-loss.
Sometimes to FOMO.
Sometimes to the false hope
that maybe — this one will save me.
Money came.
Money went.
But what I truly lost…
was sleep, peace, and people.
I don’t talk to anyone anymore —
only to candles and charts.
I no longer pray at night —
I just review trade plans.
A market now lives inside me,
where every feeling,
every bond,
feels like a retracement —
temporary, fragile, forgettable.
Trading taught me everything
life never could.
But it also took away
everything that made life worth living.
Trading isn't about winning.
It's about not losing yourself.
Charts form every day…
but
peace?
Sometimes, it never comes back.
