
I'm having a rough time myself right now - a death in the family , hating my job at the moment and just plain overworked . The death hit me hard . I've been getting a resurgence of intrusive gambling thoughts and finding myself having to use strategies that I had long ago lost the need for .
I'm glad I have them now though . I understand why renewed assault is happening , but even knowing that it's because of fatigue , frustration and great sadness doesn't stop me from longing to go and hide from it .
As much as I hate to admit it - I walked into a casino the other day and stood there for about 5 minutes looking at the slot machines . I left almost immediately but all the way home I was asking myself " Why did I even do that ? " It felt like I had just stuck my foot in a pool of full of piranhas and then pulled it out again . Part of my brain was saying " See ? Nothing bad happened ." while the rest of my brain was yelling " Why would you take a risk like that , you idiot ?! " .
Sigh ...not my finest moment but it is what it is . If nothing else , it reinforces for me that my recovery is truly one day at a time and it can be gone in an instant if I allow it . Yeah - it's still hard sometimes between the knowing and the doing .
I'm not giving up either .