Most people talked me into not doing forex. It was risky. Can I bear the loss and so much else that others have to say? Irrespective of that, I still ventured into it. There were lots of ads about a bot that helps monitor your trade. I ignored it instead and got a course on forex.I had friends, and most times I was on the inquisitive side, always asking questions up and down.
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I could remember when I got frustrated one certain time at night. At first I was skeptical of calling a friend of mine who was into it for help. It was already late, but I was lucky enough that he was awake too, and he assisted me in the part where I needed help.It was all rosy; I made my first payment, monitored the market, and was all smiles until one day I lost for the first time. It felt like a lump in my throat, and a part of me told me to keep trading while another part of me wanted me to quit, but I was so determined. I've seen people succeed in it. Why can't I?I used that to compensate myself.
