I Thought I Was Smart—Until Crypto Trading Humbled Me
I used to think I was making bold, calculated moves in crypto. The truth? I was chasing shadows. Every green candle felt like a promise; every red one, a betrayal. But after countless missteps and late-night regret, I stopped guessing—and started building a system. I ditched the noise and wrote down ten hard rules. Not theories. Real lessons carved from my own scars.
I no longer buy impulsively. I wait for the dips—real ones, backed by volume. A coin tanks for days? That’s when I quietly watch. If it rises two days in a row, I trim. Greed destroyed me before; I don’t give it a second chance. And I’ve learned: massive spikes almost always reverse. I don’t chase. I wait, breathe, then decide.
Trend? Everything. If the 3-day, 30-day, or 120-day averages aren’t aligned upward, I’m out. Volume? I treat it like oxygen. If it’s not there, neither am I. Crypto didn’t reward me for being clever—it punished me for being careless.
Discipline, not brilliance, changed everything. I stopped pretending I knew what would happen. I just followed the signs. And for the first time, I’m not drowning—I’m swimming with purpose.