That year's crash wiped out 850,000 just like that.

The day my phone shattered, I deleted all my trading apps. I hid for a whole month, too afraid to look at friends' messages or answer calls from home. The only thing looping in my mind was two words: "It's over." Staring at my account balance hitting zero, I swore to myself—never again would I touch this stuff.

But the sleepless nights dragged on.

That stubborn refusal to give up felt like a nail stuck in my heart. Was I really going to just write off years of hard work like this?

At the start of the year, all I had left was 3,000U. I gave myself an ultimatum: this is the last time—if I lose it all, I'm done for good.

There was no secret technique, just rules carved into my bones:
Starting with 2,200U, no matter how good the opportunity looked, I only dared to use 40% of my position—the rest was my lifeline, untouchable. Once my stop-loss line was set, I never hesitated—if it broke, I cut immediately, never waiting for a miracle. No matter how fiercely the price surged, I never chased; no matter how hard it dropped, I never tried to catch the bottom. In a strong market, I’d follow strong coins for gains; in a lousy market, I’d flip short to stay alive.

I remember one time I caught the rhythm just right—my account jumped 5,000U in ten minutes. Watching the numbers soar, I stayed grounded—30% of the profits stayed in play, 70% went straight into my pocket.

Step by step, I not only recovered the 500,000 I’d lost before, but even made an extra 300,000.

Now I truly understand: in crypto, it’s never about who makes money the fastest, but who can outlast the rest. Treating trading discipline as iron law and controlling greed and wishful thinking is more effective than any insider tip.

These words are only for those who truly want to survive.