I know this isn't traditional, but it's how I'm going to do it for now. Life happened to me a couple times and I lost my routine a while ago. Weeks behind on my logging, still doing the majority of my personal journaling, making new spreadsheets, etc. But as far as profitly, up until a couple months ago, I was on it every day, but to be fair, I wasn't journaling to the extent that I do now. No matter, I want to improve.

Decided that it was time to change things up. Started playing with 1% size or less. Shooting at anything that moved. At the time, it felt chaotic, & still looks that way. It hurts my head to think about the actions I took over the course of this month, but the combination of that & Best Losers Win book, I am ready to get back on my feet and make meticulous decisions.

3% loss on a 25% move in 8 minutes because I couldn't handle the pain of low size fluctuation. So disappointed with the amount of opportunity cost lost over the last month 1/2. Blessed to recognize, though. As I said, I just have to apply these lessons moving forward.

Uncontrollable desperation. Glad I cut the size for this impulsive move. Getting wicked in and slammed in the same candle. My fault for having stop limit orders in such a chop fest.

I would size down on the one I let print a little. Like I said, drained. Zombie trading. Just grateful for Tim's teachings, a pretty rough couple of months, but they've taught me how to survive through moments like these.

Fomo held my hand to the top of the trend & I blindly followed.

THIS HURTS to look at... so so much opportunity and I lock in a 2% gain? lol Mental capital exhausted at its finest. Couldn't afford the pain on great runs.

Anticipation once again. Fomo fueling my misalignment.

Retested with the same trash thesis. Trying to build a support and resistance playbook, and I'm finding myself making simple mistakes with too much size, which led me to spiral. In hindsight, I'm just shaking my head. Glad that I've realized what I was doing wrong, though, now I just have to apply it.

Emotionally cut before anything even happened. Low mental capital, but I kept pushing.