Three years of trading crypto, losses all around—first the car, then the house is gone. A thousand coins crash, nowhere to share the sorrow. Even if there’s a pump, it’s hard to recognize, tears streaming down, hair turning gray. The bull market feels like a distant dream, can’t sleep, can’t eat well. Staring at the charts in silence, only tears flow endlessly. Every year, the heartbreak repeats—on crash nights, at Bear Hill. Living in the crypto world, the sorrow is real. Even with money, it’s hard to feel secure. When will this endless dip finally return to normal?