In the days of stubbornly holding onto Bitcoin, my mood fluctuates like being trapped in the abyss of ice and fire, with every emotion wrapped in dull pain, spreading wildly in the gaps between deep night and daily life:
1. Suffocating anxiety
The phone has become a 'time bomb'; every time the screen lights up, my breath stops. My eyes sore and swollen from staring at the K-line chart, yet I dare not look away, fearing to miss even the slightest signal of reversal. Every price drop feels like countless fine needles piercing my heart simultaneously, my heartbeat violently trembling with the curve. Even while eating or walking, numbers of account losses loop in my mind, anxiety washes over me like a tide, and I can even wake up from nightmares of 'price crashes,' only to find reality harsher than dreams.
2. Bone-deep regret
Countless times I replay the scenario of 'what if' in my mind: if I hadn’t been blinded by the myth of getting rich quickly, if I had cut my losses in time, would my life now be completely different? Regret gnaws at my sanity like a poisonous snake, watching my savings continuously shrink in the account, recalling trips I could have taken or items I could have bought with that money, guilt and pain intertwining into a net that traps me in the cage of 'decision-making mistakes,' leaving even the most basic confidence devoured.
3. Distorted expectations and despair
Positive news has become a lifeline; even a vague industry update can instantly ignite hope, as if seeing the dawn of recovering losses, and I feel euphoric as if injected with a stimulant. But the market's ruthlessness quickly extinguishes these fantasies; a slight price drop brings despair like a tidal wave, making me feel like I’m sinking deeper into a dark ocean, unable to grasp any floating debris. This rapid switch between hope and despair brings my emotions to the brink of collapse, sometimes frantically searching for a turning point, other times sitting helplessly and zoning out.
4. The abyss of self-denial
Continued losses have caused the investment principles I once firmly believed in to collapse, leading me to question my understanding and abilities madly. Seeing others share their profits in forums, or the confidence of experts analyzing the market, I fall into deep self-doubt: 'Am I really not suited for investing?' 'Were those decisions wrong from the start?' The voice of self-denial grows louder, gradually eroding confidence in the future, making even daily conversations timid, afraid to discuss investments as if they were scars that I could never heal.
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