[Ordesee]

The neon lights of the casino ruined me. I'm a man named Alex who threw my life away at the blackjack tables.
Each evening, the poker tables whispered promises. The whir of slot machines was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Anna, implored me to leave the poker tables, but the casino's call was louder.
On that tragic night at the VIP room, I put on the line every last penny: our security, our property - all on a single hand.
My poker hand was beaten and chance betrayed me.
Returning to what was once our home with not a penny to my name, I found only a note: "Goodbye. Your love for the casino has left us with nothing."
Abandoned in an desolate room, I understood that pursuing the jackpot deprived me of all that was real.
Health experts recognized major depressive disorder, compounded by my withdrawal from betting.
Now, daily is a struggle not just with my urge to return to the casino, but with the crushing sadness in my soul. Will I ever climb out of this pit created by the glittering world of casinos?
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