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A mental health advocate, sharing personal experiences and insights on overcoming compulsive gambling and nurturing complicated family relationships.

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Welcome to my digital diary, where I tackle compulsive gambling, untangle family ties, and grow daily. Join me for quirky reflections and genuine recovery insights in this journey to craft a better life. Buckle up it’s a bumpy, beautiful ride!

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Chapter 9: Do No Harm

Do No Harm And after the dust settles, what remains? The brain. Do you remember that commercial from way back when? “This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs.” The fried egg. The pan. The warning. Now ask the harder question, What happens when the thing acting on the brain is not a drug in the usual sense? What happens when it is gambling? I live in Ontario, which apparently makes me something of a rare gem: someone willing to say out loud that gambling addiction is no

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Chapter 9: Do No Harm

Do No Harm And after the dust settles, what remains? The brain. Do you remember that commercial from way back when? “This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs.” The fried egg. The pan. The warning. Now ask the harder question, What happens when the thing acting on the brain is not a drug in the usual sense? What happens when it is gambling? I live in Ontario, which apparently makes me something of a rare gem: someone willing to say out loud that gambling addiction is no

1 day ago3 min read

Chapter 8: Hello, I’m Sara. And I’m a compulsive gambler

It’s been 6 hours and 32 minutes since I placed my last bet. Call it alcohol. Call it the machine. Maybe it was both. My body couldn’t handle the booze, and the machine won. I’m not a robot, but for a brief moment, I became one. Numb. Automatic. Programmed by impulse. Moving without thinking, like I had handed myself over to something cold and mechanical. A moment of silence for the compulsive gambler who suffers in silence. For the one who smiles in public and breaks in priv

1 day ago1 min read

Chapter 7: There Is Never Only One David

Have you ever heard the story about David and Goliath? I mean really heard it. Not the polished version. Not the easy version. Not the one where the little guy wins and everybody goes home feeling inspired. I mean the version that feels true when you are standing in front of something bigger than yourself. Because with addiction, have you ever felt like David and Goliath? Have you ever felt like you were David? Small. Exposed. Tired.Human. Standing in front of something so mu

2 days ago4 min read

Chapter 6 ish: Rebooting… Please Stand By (Identity Still Loading)

So… after a long hiatus, and zero and I mean zero F’s to give, I’m back. I kept this website alive on a wing and a prayer. If it gets shut down, well you know, I'm a broke ass recovering addict. Did I learn anything after the relapse of summer 2024? Nope. Well… actually, yes. I learned this addiction doesn’t just drain your bank account it ravages your brain and completely rewires it.(I’ll post more neuro-spicy content later.) Did I learn anything after spring 2025? Yes. T

3 days ago2 min read

Chapter 6: Children Are Seen, Not Heard

In my family, there was an unspoken rule that governed much of my childhood: children were to be seen, not heard. It was an old-world philosophy, passed down through generations and deeply ingrained in our daily lives. My parents, each with their own burdens, had little patience for the noise and messiness that naturally comes with raising kids. My dad, with his strict upbringing in another country, believed in order and respect. He wasn’t a man of many words unless he had a

Aug 19, 20243 min read

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