#美国政府关闭 One night last November, I sat alone on a bench in the community garden. I smoked one cigarette after another, the smoke drifting under the streetlight.

Open the trading software, the balance section shows: 5110U.

A month ago, this number was still 510,000.

Staring at the screen for a long time, my mind was blank. That feeling was like suddenly having something sucked out of me.

This time I crashed, not because the market was too crazy, but because I was too anxious.

Seeing others post profit screenshots makes me itch; when prices surge, I'm afraid of missing out; when there's a pullback, I stubbornly hold on and refuse to cut losses. It’s just a repetitive cycle of averaging down and holding on, until the system pops up "forced liquidation."

In that moment, it was more eye-catching than any news notification.

I didn't mention this to anyone. The wind was strong that night, the smell of smoke mixed with the heaviness in my heart, and I just sat there until dawn.

The next day I woke up, I left all the trading groups, and for the first time I seriously reviewed my trades - it wasn't that my skills were lacking, it was that my emotions were out of control.

Later, I set a strict rule for myself: go slower, and you'll go further.

Do not chase highs or sell lows, do not go all-in, do not be greedy, and do not rely on luck. Restart by making spot arrangements; take profits on small gains and accept small losses. Three months later, the account climbs back to 80,000.

At that time, I wasn't particularly excited; I just smiled quietly.

The real threshold of this market is not how much capital you have or how great your technology is, but whether you can endure those moments when it’s about to collapse.

Looking back now, that liquidation turned out to be a turning point. How about you? Are you still making the same mistakes?