To be honest, there are plenty of people in the crypto space who flaunt their profit screenshots, but how many are willing to talk about the days when they lost money? Almost none.

Today, I won't pretend anymore—I'm laying out all the mistakes I've made, hoping that friends still stuck in the mud can avoid some detours.

When that year's bear market hit, my account evaporated by 600,000. Seriously, every day the first thing I did after waking up was stare blankly at the ceiling. My WeChat Moments had already been wiped clean, my family thought I'd gone crazy, and those so-called drinking buddies all kept their distance. I didn't even dare open my trading apps—my heart would race just touching the icon.

The turnaround came suddenly. One day while scrolling my phone, I saw this line: "Losing money is just the starting point; stubbornly holding on is the end point."

In that moment, it felt like someone pulled me out of the mud—I snapped awake.

I opened my computer again, stared at the 3,500U left in my account, and told myself this was the last chance. But this time was different—no more gambling on luck, no more blind all-ins. I started to seriously review, summarize, admit my mistakes, and reset my mindset to zero.

Only then did I realize my losses had nothing to do with luck—I simply didn’t understand trading at all:
Never set stop-losses, went all-in at the drop of a hat, followed random trade calls, jumped from one coin to another losing money, zero position management... To put it bluntly, what I was doing wasn't trading—it was just throwing dice in a casino.

After learning my lesson the hard way, I focused on doing just one thing: slow, incremental position growth with strict discipline.
I split the 3,500U into two parts: half for conservative defense, half for active offense.
Only traded markets I actually understood. Cashed out after earning just 5%-10% per trade, not getting greedy; always set stop-losses in advance—if I was wrong, I cut losses without hesitation; when the market was unclear, I’d rather stay in cash than force a trade.

First week, rolled 3,500U up to 5,200U.
Second week, broke 10,000.
Sixth week, my account finally hit over 50,000.

That night, I shut down the computer and sat in my chair in a daze for half an hour. Not because of how much money I’d made, but because, for the first time, I truly believed I could climb back.

I didn’t have any “god-tier” trades, and certainly no insider channels.

I just used a “stupidly simple” approach: no reckless moves, no heavy positions, steady rhythm, only fighting battles I could see clearly.

Looking back now at people who lose money, the root cause is one word: “chaos.”
When your rhythm is chaotic, your emotions get chaotic, and your trading gets even more chaotic.

You don’t need to be a genius—as long as you stick to discipline, even a small account can make a comeback.

Remember: the market doesn’t care about tears, only execution. Those who survive the darkness will eventually see the light.