I've dug a pretty sizable hole. Combine a run of incredibly bad luck with emotionally horrible and reckless betting decisions and voila, giant hole. Most people know it as the "threshold of misery", aka "I don't give a (insert choice of expletive)". It's the hubris of every gambler which leads to much regret and further debt. When lady luck seems poised to break you, the addict in you fights back with the time tested endurance approach. "I will keep going because this can't last forever". Unfortunately it can outlast most gamblers' bankrolls, including any additional debt they wish to incur. At the end of the day, the losses leave you with one thought. "One last bet". Somehow that last bet will be the one. It will be that miraculous bet that will change your luck and your fortune. It will set you off on a winning streak like none you've had before. It will answer all of your financial woes and help you live the lifestyle you deserve. Or it could be just more of the same. Perhaps you win. Perhaps you lose. In the end you will be faced with a mountain of regret and debt and figuring out how to rid yourself of this thing called addiction. One last bet is never a good idea.

So eloquently expressed and so true, unfortunately...