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"Oh shit. This can't be happening. This was not the plan. Why. Why did I go ahead."
I slammed my phone down. My fingers trembled as I tried to process what just happened. My chest felt tight. It was like someone had wrapped a rope around it and kept pulling. I plugged my phone into the charger. Not because it was low. But because I could not bear to hold it anymore.
I paced back and forth. My mind was racing.
"What is wrong with me. Why did I do that. Why did I trade that balance."
A few minutes ago I was happy. I was excited. I had everything planned out. I could already picture the money rolling in. The success. The freedom. I really thought this was my moment.
But maybe I was just a fool.
Maybe this dream was never meant for me.
It all started with a simple plan. My friend and I decided to deposit ten dollars into our binary trading account. Our goal was to turn 2 dollars into ten thousand dollars in twelve days. The first 6 days were dedicated to flipping just 1 dollar into 1000 dollars.
I was the one in charge of trading. I had experience. I had strategies. I knew what I was doing. Or at least I thought I did.
The first two days were incredible. Everything went smoothly. The market moved exactly how I predicted. The profits rolled in. By the end of the second day I felt invincible.
On Sunday I was still winning. But Monday.
Monday was the beginning of hell.
That morning I woke up feeling good. No. Great.
Life seemed to be aligning. My ex and I had started talking again after months of silence. That alone fueled my confidence. It felt like the universe was giving me a sign. This was it.
So I opened my trading app. I was ready to take things to the next level.
I placed my first trade of the day. It lost.
Seventeen dollars were gone.
My heart skipped a beat. But I told myself. No big deal. I will make it back.
I placed another trade.
Lost again.
Another one.
Gone.
Panic started creeping in. My hands got sweaty. My breath became shallow. I was losing control. But I refused to accept it.
"I will recover. Just one more trade."
One more turned into five. Then ten. Each time the losses stacked up higher.
At some point I was not even following a strategy anymore. I was clicking buttons. I was hoping for a miracle. My brain shut down. Logic was gone. All I saw was red.
And then.
The balance hit zero.
Everything. Gone.
Every. Single. Dollar.
I froze. My phone screen blurred as tears welled up in my eyes. My whole body felt heavy. A knot tightened in my stomach.
I had done it. I had completely destroyed everything in just a few hours.
I did not say a word. I just turned off my phone. I threw it across the bed. I sat there. I stared at the wall.
My friend finally spoke. "Bro. It is okay. We will try again."
Try again.
I wanted to laugh. Or scream. Or just disappear.
I had nothing left. I had put everything into this. And now I was sitting in my room. I was broke. I was humiliated. I was drowning in regret.
I should have stopped. I should have been smarter. I should have stuck to the plan. But no. I let greed and emotions take over.
My head was spinning. My body felt numb.
I wanted to scream. But what was the point. No one would hear me. No one would care.
I laid back on the bed. I stared at the ceiling.
Maybe this was it. Maybe I was not meant for this life.
Maybe I should just quit everything.
The thoughts kept coming. Each one darker than the last.
What if I never make it. What if I am just wasting my time.
I imagined my future. A failure. Broke. Miserable. Watching everyone else succeed while I stayed stuck in the same place. Year after year.
I wrapped my hands up. I find it difficult to breath.
I felt so worthless for a moment. Then I remembered what my ex told me the day before.
"You are smart. I know you will make it."
The memory stung. I had felt so hopeful when she said that. So sure that my breakthrough was coming. But now.
I felt like the biggest loser on earth.
But then my friend spoke again.
"Bro. We are not stopping here. This is just a lesson."
A lesson. I wanted to punch something.
But deep down. I knew he was right.
I had seen what was possible. I knew how to win. But I had let my emotions ruin everything.
This was not the market's fault. This was on me.
I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath.
Maybe. Maybe this was not the end.
I did not touch my phone for two days. Instead I studied. I analyzed every mistake I made. I learned about risk management. Emotional control. Discipline.
The more I learned. The more I realized. I had not failed because my strategy was bad.
I failed because I lost control.
And if I wanted to succeed. I had to be different.
I had to be disciplined.
I had to master the game.
Weeks passed. My mindset changed. I no longer chased quick wins. I no longer let emotions drive my decisions. Every trade was planned. Calculated. Controlled.
And slowly. I started winning again.
That Monday almost broke me. It almost convinced me to give up.
But now.
Now I understand that true success is not about never failing.
It is about standing up every time you fall.
And I am still standing.
