I Sold Right Before Everything Took Off?
I remember the exact moment I sold. The chart was green, my balance up 60%, and my heart pounding like I’d outrun something sinister. After months of staring into the abyss of blood-red candles and watching my portfolio sink into near nothingness, I pressed “sell” like it was an escape hatch. But what I didn’t know—what no one tells you—is that exits on the exchange are designed to look like victories when they’re really just carefully timed illusions.
This wasn’t strategy. It was trauma in disguise. I didn’t sell because I had a plan. I sold because the system had rewired my instincts to fear profit like it was a trap. And maybe it was. The exchange doesn’t reward endurance. It punishes hesitation, manipulates conviction, and offers comfort only to those willing to leave the table before the real run begins.
I didn't survive the crash just to grab scraps in a green week. I was chasing transformation. Instead, I walked away with a consolation prize—engineered by a platform that ensures most never see the summit.
The exchange won. Again. But not because I was wrong—because the system made sure I couldn't stay right long enough to matter.
