The first time I touched futures, I felt like a god.
It was the previous bull run,a time when every green candle felt like destiny, and every win whispered, “You were born for this.”
I entered with $500 — just enough to matter, but not enough to hurt.
My first trade? XLM.
No fancy indicators, just raw conviction.
And it printed. $1000 profit in a single day.
That kind of win? It gets in your blood. I felt invincible. Untouchable.
But the market?
It humbles everyone.
The next day, I went long on ETH
Not because of a setup. Not because of volume.
I went long because I believed in ETH — I liked it.
At first, it obeyed. Green flickers on the screen. My PnL dancing.
But then…
Elon tweeted.
Just five words:
“Tesla has sold their Bitcoin.”
And that’s all it took.
The market went into freefall. Red candles stacked like dominos.
I ran to my phone, finger shaking — trying to cut the trade.
But Binance server crashed.
I could see my liquidation price… getting closer… and closer.
But my app?
Frozen.
My stop-loss never triggered.
I was there — watching my account bleed out like I’d been shot.
Powerless.
Hopeless.
It felt like the end of the world.
And in that moment,
in that lonely, silent moment,
I wasn’t just losing money.
I was losing belief in myself.
But here’s the thing no one tells you:
Every great trader has a day that breaks them.
If you're reading this and you’ve lost — if your screen ever went red and your soul went black
you're not weak. You’re just early.
I didn’t quit.
I didn’t walk away.
Because beneath the pain,
beneath the chaos,
was still that fire
the one that burned from that very first trade.
So if you’re down today,
if you’ve been liquidated, wrecked, humiliated
know this:
You are not alone.
You are not done.
And the next chapter?
It could be your comeback.
We all fall.
But some of us rise so hard, the market remembers our names.
Keep going.
From a degen who’s been there 💔💪