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]]>We’ve been getting along so well for a so long time. It gave me euphoria, something to do, something to cheer on, something that makes me proud of myself because it looked like I’m doing something with my life which is a ironic thing because the thing I’ve been doing is just the opposite of it which is actually destroying my life. But I did not feel that or in a awkward way because my life was already semi-broken in many ways. I felt guilt, shame, undervalued, feeling bad because not being a religious person. So when I saw this demon, it looked very familiar, very friendly thing. Even didn’t think about it, I just gladly accepted it because it reminded me something deep down I think. Even today I do not know what it did remind me of something this deep and reflective. Still trying to figure it out. So we became best friends in a very short time. We shared a home, we shared a room, we shared a bed, we shared partners and friends. We did everyting together, even taking a shower. When I taking a shower, my eyes were always on the phone, waiting for a notification regarding my bets. But funny enough, we didn’t share the income I get. This demon was always making the juice out of it in first 5-10 days of the month and left me alone only to say “I’m hungry, find some money and feed me” 5 days later and I did what it asked because actually I liked this demon very much because it was just broken as me. We understood each other, we knew what we’ve been through is not something light and easy. He was my best friend for a long time, he didnt let me think my past, he didn’t let me be anxious about other people and stuff. He did lots of things for me.
But today I’ll try to say goodbye to this so called best friend who actually never cared for me or my emotions. It just saw a very nice, cozy, comfortable place to settle down and tricked me in such a way that I had no idea at all. The hardest part was realizing that there was actually no demon to blame at all. I did all of this, I made bad decisions and I own them. Today I’ll try to accept my mistakes and be peace at with myself.
Have a nice evening all.
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