I used to think winning was about pressing buttons like prayers… turns out it’s just the silence between spins that saved me. No jackpot healed me—just the moon rising while the reels spun into nothing. My therapist said ‘stop spinning’; I said ‘but what if I win?’ She handed me tea instead. Now I watch the machine like a zen ritual—not gambling, but grieving in slow motion.

Ever notice how ‘free spins’ sound like white noise? Exactly.

So… you ever stop just to feel something real? (Drop a comment below.)