I just cant believe it. I wrote this original post over 4 years ago, and my problem has not gone away. I have come back a few times, and reading my posts, especially from this March, I sounded so smug like I had kicked the habit. I didn’t, in fact, and I went right back to trading options this March thinking “this time” I had learned my lessons of the past. No, I had not. Starting out small in March, I ended up making about $10K in a few months, only to lose $18K very shortly thereafter up to today. I am here today because I once again blew out and cashed out of all my losing positions. Just two days ago, I had tried to buy a $GLD breakout, went big with call options thinking gold was going to $1500, and the gold market reversed immediately, almost to the minute I had bought my call options, and gold dropped $30 in about 48 hours and I lost almost everything . My mind is in an incredible state right now, almost psychotic in the sense that it almost seemed as the market knew my position and decided to go the other way as soon as it found out I put a trade on. Of course my logical mind knows I don’t control the $7 trillion gold market, but I am not thinking logically right now. How could I be educated and have this much experience and be so bad at trading? I know the reason of course, it is because I am a gambling addict. I have lost over my trading lifetimes a 6 figure amount, which if I had just put away in a index funds over this time, would mean I could retire right now.
So, here I sit, 4 years after my post, and 26 years after I started trading, at a bottom, an all time low in terms of money lost over my lifetime. Im so sick of it, I don’t know what to do. I was paralyzed at work today, not able to do anything but stare at quotes, and didn’t get anything done wondering how, yet again, it all could have happened. How could I not have learned the lessons of my past? How could I once again think this time is different? Wall street scooped up my money like it always has in the past like clockwork, and it is no different than a casino taking most of your money after a brief winning streak. Just like a million times before, the confidence I gained from winning only encouraged me to be bigger, only to be crushed by defeat with a blow out. I would like to say this is the end of it all, as I cashed out and promised myself that I would take my remaining dollars and put it in my bank, but literally within an hour or so I was thinking how I could get my losses back by trading again Monday, and suddenly the adrenaline started pumping again. This is a horrible horrible disease and I am profoundly sad right now. Madness is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result, and that is exactly what I had done.