Written on New Year's Eve

From childhood to adulthood, I have always been the quiet, reserved type—not good with words, not fond of sharing, and not keen on keeping records. But this account of life called stock trading, if not written down, I fear I might not even have the courage to look back on it later.

From entering the market to learn stock trading in October 2024 to today (Chinese New Year's Eve), it has been exactly one year and five months. The results are far from satisfactory, with heavy losses. From being full of hope to hitting rock bottom, what I have paid is not only real money but also long-term self-doubt, sinking into isolation and depression, anxiety, anger, regret, and insomnia. Standing at this current point, I have accepted reality and am no longer obsessed with breaking even.

The stock market has become my "microscope of human nature." Money was lost, but character was gained. The most expensive and profound lesson was learning to sense emotions and, even more, learning to control the self that once spiraled out of control amidst the market's wild fluctuations.

In 2026, I hope I can completely step out of this shadow and live a life that is not dictated by the stock screen—a life that is real and peaceful. Writing it down is the beginning of stepping out. Happy New Year's Eve!