Liquidation, frequent opening, not calm, not rational.

Endless self-blame and remorse.
After losing, my brain and my heart tell me I can't trade anymore, but my hands have always been so impulsive. When everything is gone and lost, I regret and start to cherish only afterward. Maybe I will never remember the lessons.
Yesterday's market clearly trended downward unilaterally. After reversing my position, I shouldn't have taken profits, but there's no "what if". If I could start over, the result would be the same because I was guided by losses at the time, wanting to hold a heavy position for ultra-short-term trading. I made money but didn't take profits, telling myself repeatedly to walk away, but I was never decisive enough.
I've thought that maybe I'm just not suitable for trading. I've said countless times to change, but I keep falling into the depths of emotion and human nature.
I've taken a break and stopped trading for now. My bullets are gone, and this year isn't going well either. I feel so exhausted—there are many hopes, but also many moments of despair.
I'm thinking about what kind of ending could match these years of persistence, torment, and countless battles in the middle of the night.
Watching the success stories of my seniors, reviewing my own past trades and luck, I feel deeply exhausted.
Is there still hope in this market? Yes, but only if we can overcome or avoid the weaknesses of human nature. These weaknesses will jump out and deliver a fatal blow when you’re feeling proud.
We have reflected countless times, reviewed countless times, given ourselves countless chances—just for that small possibility and the slim chance of surviving in this market.
Surviving in life, what we need in this market is patience day after day, small compound interest, and persistence.
Nothing is impossible. Let’s wish ourselves good luck.