Craps Table Catastrophe

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The gambling halls consumed me. As Alex, threw my life away at the poker tables.
Day after day, the roulette wheel spun its hypnotic dance. The whir of slot machines was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Sarah, urged me to quit playing slots, but I was deaf to her pleas.
On that ruinous night at the exclusive casino, I gambled it all: our savings, our home - in a desperate attempt to win big.
The cards fell wrong and luck turned its back on me.
Returning to our apartment with nothing left, I found only a note: "I can't do this anymore. Your obsession with poker has destroyed us."
Alone in an desolate apartment, I realized that pursuing a royal flush lost me what was truly valuable.
I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder, exacerbated by gambling addiction.
Now, every day is a war not just with my urge to return to the casino, but with the deep darkness inside me. Is it possible for me to rise above this abyss left by my addiction to betting?
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