Gambling's Guilty Plea

[Dyptore]

The neon lights of the casino ruined me. I'm a man named Alex who lost everything at the craps tables.
Constantly, the roulette wheel spun its hypnotic dance. The shuffling of cards was my addiction's voice.
My wife, Lisa, urged me to stop gambling, but I was deaf to her pleas.
On that disastrous night at the lavish casino resort, I gambled everything: our savings, our dwelling - on one spin of the wheel.
The dice rolled snake eyes and I lost it all in an instant.
Returning to our apartment with the bitter taste of defeat, I found only a note: "I'm leaving. Your roulette wheel madness has torn us apart."
Sitting in an hollow apartment, I finally saw that hunting the big win lost me everything that mattered.
Health experts recognized major depressive disorder, deepened by my losses at the tables.
Now, every day is a challenge not just with my compulsion to place bets, but with the all-consuming melancholy in my mind. Is it possible for me to climb out of this chasm carved by endless nights at the tables?
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