My Silent Exit While Everyone Was Celebrating
I know this cycle like a script I’ve rehearsed too many times. It always starts the same way: some coin surges 80% overnight, Twitter screams "THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING," and my screen floods with green. The charts look unstoppable. The volume screams conviction. And for a moment, I believe it too.
But then—the shift.
The price keeps climbing, but the candles start hesitating. Thin volume. Long upper wicks like quiet warnings. The crowd keeps chanting "Higher! Higher!"—but I’m already stepping back. Scaling out. Silently.
Then comes the drop. That first double-digit red candle hits, and it’s déjà vu. I’ve been here before—chasing the bounce, only to watch it crater another 30%. Not this time.
Now, my rules are cold and clear:
If I’m early, I take profits in waves and drag my stop to breakeven.
If I’m late, I cut fast. No prayers.
If I’m watching? I wait. Because this game doesn’t care about hope.
It only rewards those who see the exit before the crowd hears the door close.