I won ten times. My dopamine levels are now just… LinkedIn notifications. Turns out the real jackpot wasn’t coins — it was my will to stop playing. The casino isn’t gambling; it’s my therapist’s last text before bed. Every spin feels like an algorithm whispering: ‘You didn’t need more wins. You needed fewer illusions.’ So… I quit. And now I’m just here — awake, alone, and slightly rich in silence.

P.S. Who else is still chasing ‘jackpot’ while their brain screams for rest? Drop your bet below 👇