I used to think crypto was the path to a life-changing fortune.
In the early days, it was just a few scattered millions, winning a few small trades, feeling like I "understood the market." Then I went all-in. Leverage. A bet of x10, x20. When I won, I felt like a genius; when I lost, I told myself, "I just need to recover once."
But the market doesn't care what I think.
From a few tens of millions to over a hundred million… and then, just like that, it was all gone. Refusing to accept defeat, I borrowed more. Borrowed from friends. Borrowed from apps. Borrowed from banks. A total of 750 million.
I still believed I could turn it around. But the price to pay wasn’t just money.
One evening, I came home. There was no one left. My wife had taken our child and left. No blame, no big arguments. Just a piece of paper:
"I can't live like this anymore."
I sat alone in the room, reflecting on it all. No money. No family. Just those glaring red numbers on the screen and the 750 million debt waiting each month.
Crypto isn’t bad.
But greed, delusion, and the thought that "I will be different from others" are what truly destroyed me.
If anyone is reading this, going all-in, borrowing money to trade, thinking "just one more bet…" then stop.
Because sometimes, what you lose isn’t just money.