A trader describes how obsessing over markets destroyed their emotional stability, with mood swings tied to every trade. They found relief only on days the market closed. The lesson: don't let trading control your life.
Every time it would be Friday, I'd be like, oh, my God, I can't wait till Monday. I can't wait till Monday. Oh, man, the market's closed Monday. No. What am I gonna do? Like, my whole life was around trading, and that became so bad at a point where everything like, I have a good day. I'm happy. I have a bad day. I hate everyone. Don't talk to me, right? So my life got consumed by trading at that point. Now you have a day off. I'm like, thank God. I'm so happy. I. I don't even look forward to it like that anymore.
