From 200,000 U to 5,000 U, he lit a lamp in the ruins

When he first found me with a screenshot, only 5,000 U was left in his account.

Half a year ago, he was the 'chosen one' with 200,000 U, and now he is left with only the sound of his heartbeat.

I didn't advise him to 'cut his losses and leave', nor did I give him any motivational talk, I just replied:

'Put down the keyboard first, go write, write down the reasons for every impulsive decision.'

He did as I said.

On the first page he wrote: 'On the day I lost until I was numb, the wind was gray, and the stop-loss point was called regret.'

Then he recorded the weather, sleep, and dinner. A week later, he found that 80% of the losses occurred during late nights and outbursts of anger. The data silenced him.

He set three iron rules for himself: watch the market for no more than two hours; do not open a position if the signal is unclear; do not increase positions in profits, do not add positions in losses.

He missed one surge on the first rule and felt frustrated. I only replied: 'Missing out is cheaper than making a mistake.' That day he was flat, avoiding a disaster. He wrote: not trading is also a profit.

The real turnaround occurred on a rainy night.

The market was sideways for five days, and the volatility shrank into a thin line.

He sent me a convergence chart, saying: 'Bro, doesn’t it look like the one we reviewed last week?'

I replied: 'Position 2%, stop-loss at the previous low, target 1:1.5, only trade this understandable segment.'

He placed the order and turned off his phone to sleep.

The next morning, the take profit was triggered, and the account increased by 11%.

He didn’t cheer; he just wrote in his diary: 'It turns out that making money can be so quiet.'

In the next 20 trades, he tightened screws like a watchmaker:

If wrong, cut it; if right, take it; only consider pushing protection when profits exceed 3R.

Four months later, 5,000 U turned into 60,000 U.

No hundredfold leverage, no all-in miracles, only a clean equity curve.

On the last page of his diary, he wrote:

'I used to think trading was a race, but now I know it’s about waiting for the rain to stop, then walking slowly.'

Yesterday he sent me a screenshot of a transfer: he bought his mother a massage chair.

He said: 'Bro, I finally dared to tell her that I’m trading.'

I replied: 'Tell her you’re doing 'waiting'.'

The market never rewards diligence; it rewards those who dare to stop.

If you are still running wildly in the night, you might as well learn to breathe first.

I have already handed you the lamp, the next step—

Follow @小花生说币 , whether to light it up or continue to grope in the dark, you decide for yourself.