Admitting defeat tonight, my account just evaporated by $3,000.

I originally thought ETH could make a comeback this round, but the more I held on, the deeper I went. Couldn't resist, refused to pull out—now look, forced to exit.

Sometimes that's just how the market is—it's not that you can't read the direction, it's that you simply don't want to admit defeat. When it's time to cut losses, you get hopeful; when it's time to exit, you want to gamble for more. The price is your account balance reminding you, in blood-red numbers: time to wake up.

I've paid this $3,000 tuition crystal clear. Shutting down and going to bed tonight, tomorrow I'll start fresh. Discipline—sometimes you really don't remember it until it hurts.