Where you were before Gambler’s Anonymous?
Although it’s painful to remember where I was before I came back to GA after my relapse, it’s important to use the memories as a reminder of what I don’t want.
I don’t want to ever wake up feeling panic and hopeless after losing the money I needed for bills at the Casino the night before. I don’t want to wonder if I’ll be able to buy groceries or fill my car up with gas so I can go to work. I don’t want to feel guilt and shame, and to have to hide the pain of hating myself, and watching my life falling apart, thinking it was only because I needed money … and forgetting how powerless I was over gambling.