I'm afraid that the next bull market will not begin until after we capitulate. This bear market is like a living breathing thing hell bent on getting me to fold and will not stop until I do. It's like it's after me personally.
The hardest part to deal with is that it's my fault. If I had sold more near the top, I could have used the capital to generate additional income so that I could easily and happily be buying more now, not caring if the price goes up or down.
I tell myself that if I survive this bear market I will do it better next time, but that is a big "IF". Now I'm faced with scrounging for additional income in an oil services town with oil prices crashing and everyone getting laid off.
Hard times make some people tougher and other people corpses, but if I'm going down, I'm going down swinging.
When in hard times, remember your own words. "I don't care about the busts. I am riding this pig wherever it takes me. If it tanks, I'll have a helluva story to tell. I'm sick of half measures. I'm swinging for the fences and If I strike out, so be it. I won't be some mediocre drone living a life of quiet desperation. I believe in bitcoin and I'm going for broke, knowing the risks. "
I live by them, so should you. That post has ment more to me than anything else. When people have told me that I'm an idiot that don't sell, I tell them "I'm riding this pig wherever it takes me."
I thank you for those words and the inspiration it has given me. It has kept me calm during the last three and a half years and have been my own motto in hard times like now.