When I was younger I viewed gambling as a social activity. Have a few beers and let loose. Now at the ravaged age of 34 I realize there is no lonelier world than the one inside of gambling. The pain of your losses, is your pain alone. The anxiety of hiding the addiction, is your anxiety alone. The internal struggle between rational thinking and full degeneracy simmers within the body and mind of every gambler. The only thing each and every gambler has in common is at least once we've begged to go back before it all began. Before every facet of our lives were corrupted by one disease