Today could have very easily have been a day I could have gone gambling, lots of money, lots of time, lots of things to escape from, feeling used, depressed and angry.
The missing ingredient..the desire to gamble, although at times in the past I would have gone without a concious desire, I would have talked myself into it.
I am grateful to everyone who has helped me to realise that there is a life after gambling, and when it gets tough it sure gets tough. Gambling most certainly wouldn’t make it any easier.
At one time I’d be sharing all and sundry on this forum, and at the time it was helpful to me, these days I share very little of a personal nature on here suffice to say I do share elsewhere. And although at times I don’t feel like doing so, it always helps.
And I already feel a bit more cheerful in myself for writing this little post.
To quote Nan Taylor from the Catherine Tate show, “Gambling!!….what a load of old shit”!