Well that hurt. All it took was a moment of weakness. An ad on Instagram. Curiosity add life stress and depression and poof, a broken trust. Now I feel like shit, and I fight to try and keep my wife from leaving me over something she thought she could trust me on that we had grown so proud of.
The problem was, I still had not cured the underlying issues with why I gamed in the first place. I was seeking help, and only a couple of weeks til my first appointment with councilling. It just all got so hard. Dealing with depression and self worth. The lack of supports and access to mental health is bad enough. But when life gets really heavy and you would rather escape than doing something even more drastic, you are not left with much in the way of choices.
So here we go again...