The principal I had wasn’t exactly substantial, but I truly experienced the feeling of dropping from over 300,000 down to just over 10,000.

I almost couldn’t hold on during that time. Every day I woke up to those bleak numbers in my account, and when I closed my eyes, all I could remember were the memories of liquidation. Fortunately, I gritted my teeth and made it through, clawing my way back bit by bit.

I took a screenshot of last month’s earnings. It’s not an astonishing achievement, but for me—it’s solid proof of a real turnaround.

The online environment is just surreal. I originally just wanted to record my journey, to find some resonance and encouragement, but there are always people who won’t let it go, questioning and criticizing in all sorts of ways.

To be honest: I’ve gone crazy too. Lost enough in three days to buy three BMW 7 Series, and in one month I could execute 8,000 to 10,000 trades. Back then, account turnover was calculated in billions. If you don’t believe it, my Weibo homepage has screenshots of the logo from those years—the data is all there, I just can’t be bothered to explain any further.

But falling down isn’t shameful—failing to get back up is.

Now I just want to trade steadily and connect with people who genuinely want to improve. Wherever you fall, that’s where you get back up. The wins and losses of the past are behind me; I’ll keep fighting for the future, and I hope to meet more trustworthy friends—less hostility, more sincerity.