When I rushed into the crypto world with 150 dollars that year, I never expected that nine months later, there would be 700,000 dollars lying in my account, nor could I have anticipated that these numbers would evaporate to just a fraction in 90 days.
As I type these words, my fingers are still trembling—this is not just a rollercoaster story of wealth, but an anatomical record of human greed.
(150→700,000 dollars)
The DeFi summer of 2020 was like a crypto carnival, and I still remember the thrill of mining YFI for the first time using Uniswap. The spark of 150 dollars split into 1,500 dollars in Compound's lending pool, then exploded to 3,000 dollars in SushiSwap's liquidity mining. When I saw the numbers in my wallet break six figures one morning, I laughed maniacally in front of the bathroom mirror, the sound of the faucet flowing felt like gold coins falling.
(700,000→15,000 dollars)
When my account broke 500,000 dollars, my wife begged me to cash out to buy a house. I looked at the charts of MEME coins, caressing the chips like a gambler: "Just wait for one more double." The result was that on the night the SBF empire collapsed, my SOL holdings halved in a single day, turning the wealth worth two district homes into data wreckage.
When SHIB surged 300%, I went all in with the last 100,000 dollars. When I watched it drop back to where it started in three days, I finally understood that so-called "community consensus" was just a trap set by the market makers. The cheers in those Telegram groups were nothing but the horn before the harvest.
(15,000→？)
Now, my trading interface is permanently lit with three red lights:
Stablecoin anchor point: For every 20% profit, I must transfer 5% into USDC, this is the lifeboat for navigating bull and bear markets.
Leverage seal: Never touch contracts over 10x again; 3x is already the limit of my understanding.
Anti-FOMO mechanism: Set a 24-hour cooling-off period; any token purchase must undergo three rounds of halving tests.
Now I have learned to capture another form of wealth amid the surges and plummets:
When the market screams, I browse through screenshots of my liquidation from three years ago.
When the candlestick charts dance wildly, I calculate the annual compound interest of stablecoins.
When the group chat boils over, I write my daily trading psychological diary.
At this moment, the morning light outside is faint, and my account balance quietly rests at 37,652.17 dollars. But I know that a true bull market is never born from candlestick charts; it lies in the shattered yet rebuilt faith in trading.
Opportunities are fleeting, corrections are imminent, bottom-fish the spot market, and altcoins with high profits are waiting for you to seize! Doubling is not a dream; tap the avatar to follow me, and let’s join the bull market feast together!
