Every Bitcoin Crash Trained Me to See the Truth
I used to panic every time the screen turned red. The candles bled, and I sold—not because I wanted to, but because the exchange wanted me to. It took years of bruises to understand: the fear wasn’t mine. It was engineered.
2013 gutted me. 2015 shattered me. 2018 broke me. 2022? I felt nothing. By then, I wasn’t watching price—I was watching the system that feeds on panic. The exchange doesn’t care about logic. It thrives on reaction. It feeds you a story, stirs your nerves, then watches you exit at the worst possible moment.
In April 2025, when Bitcoin plunged from $109K to $74K, people flooded the exits again. In May, it slid from $112K to $105K. Same cycle. Same trap. I didn’t move. Not because I’m brave—because I finally saw the architecture. These collapses aren’t random. They’re choreography. Price pulls back, not to shake off the weak, but to reprogram their instincts. The exchange doesn’t just want your money—it wants your confidence shredded.
One day, Bitcoin will fall from $2 million to $1.5 million, and headlines will scream collapse. I won’t flinch. Because I know now: the drops are illusions—but the system that profits from your fear is very real.
