The losses are piling up at this point—honestly, it's starting to feel like I'm living in a parody of myself. Every trade feels worse than the last, and I'm questioning every decision I've made since entering this market. Been holding some bags that just keep getting heavier, watching the charts turn into a comedy show. Sometimes I wonder if the joke is on me or if we're all just riding the same rollercoaster. The portfolio damage is real, and the numbers don't lie, but neither does the sting of watching gains evaporate overnight. At what point does conviction become delusion? That's the thought running through my head these days.