#ETH巨鲸扩大持仓 Three months, 1,800U turned into 52,000U, and in the end, I still kicked her out of the group.

In a 2AM voice message, her child was crying, and her voice was trembling. "This is really the last time. If I lose again, I'll have to touch my child's tuition..." I've heard this too many times, and each time it feels like a knife.

The rules were set in stone: split the principal into ten parts, only use one part each time. She almost begged, "How long will this take?" I gave her no leeway: "Want it fast? Then be ready for a quick exit."

Within a month, she was like a different person. After putting her child to bed, she stared at the screen—1,800U climbed to 8,300U, then up to 52,000U. Every step was perfectly timed. Her messages started coming with smiley faces, and there was confidence in her voice messages.

Until she asked that question: "Have I finally 'figured it out'?"

That was the sign of disaster.

When she went all-in on some altcoin, she was full of confidence: "If this works, I can finally get that apartment in the school district." 48 hours later, her account evaporated by 40%. When I asked why she didn’t stop the loss, she was silent for a long time before saying, "I thought... this time would be different."

Before kicking her out, I left her with a final few words:
"What you lost wasn’t the market, it was those three words: 'I thought.' The ones who survive in crypto aren’t the best at earning, they’re the ones most afraid of dying."

The worst thing about this market is:
Turning 1,800U into 50,000U tests your skills;
Keeping 50,000U from going to zero tests your humanity.

If you’re also struggling in this circle, remember: Rules are for survival, not for breaking.