What Finally Made Me Stop Trading Futures?
I used to wake up thinking I could outsmart it—chart by chart, trade by trade. I memorized patterns like sacred verses, convinced I’d found the rhythm to a storm I didn’t realize was designed to drown me. Every move I made felt strategic, but my wins were always fleeting—tiny flickers before another tidal wipeout. It took me far too long to see it: this wasn't a level playing field. It was a trap engineered to lure, extract, and reset.
Futures trading in crypto didn’t just drain my account—it rewired my thinking. I wasn't trading. I was reacting—on someone else's terms, to someone else’s rhythm. The liquidations weren’t random. They were precision strikes, hitting right when the market felt most “obvious.” The price didn’t just move—it hunted.
And I wasn’t the exception. I was the design’s target. The game isn’t broken. It works exactly as intended—for the house.
I didn’t lose because I was undisciplined. I lost because I finally realized the table was never mine to win on.
