Something “strange” has happened to me! I seem to have lost my taste to gamble. It happened when I realized how much loneliness has been a factor in me gambling. The VLT lounge was the equivalent of “Cheers” the neighbourhood pub, where everybody knew your name. Yes the relationships were superficial but they were better than nothing. I knew loneliness was a contributing factor in my head, but my heart now knows it too. Yesterday I told Danny how lonely I was, and he suggested I take some money out of the account and go gambling. I told him that I didn’t feel like it, and that gambling was not going to solve my loneliness, so why bother. And I didn’t gamble even with “permission.” Today I woke up and it’s a bright sunny day, and my first thought was to take my granddaughter to the beach. There are real things out there to do, instead of gambling. I’m a very slow learner it seems when it comes to recovery, but everyone’s recovery is different, and we all come to the table with different experiences growing up and how we react to them, as well as other issues. Carole
