As I predicted, this morning is awful. I’m stuck between a pounding headache and dark depression.
The good thing is my Maestro card is now blocked and a new one is on it’s way. Asking a friend to scratch of the CVC numbers will be a serious barrier.
There is no GA where I live and even if there was I wouldn’t trust it. The system is extremely corrupt and everything is about survival and fending for oneself. Which reminds me of an anegdote. Somewhere in January I figured out my gambling had gotten so out of hand I needed to seek help. So I called one of those numbers advertised as a number to call. It’s organised and paid by the government, as is everything here where I live. I dial the number and give a brief introduction about my problem. A rude woman tells me to call in 15 minutes as she has too much work now. I call in 30 minutes, line is busy. About 3 hours later, I manage to reach the number again. Another woman picks up, arrogant and rude again. I go through the whole introduction again explaining my problem and the woman answers “so, that is what you want!” Duh!!! What did she think I was calling for? To chat? They’re supposed to be a helpline. She tells me that I need to call tomorrow again and ask for doctor so and so. By this time, I decide to give up and not call again. The thing is, the government uses tax payers money to employ relatives, friends, children etc of the people in power. They’re all unequiped and uneducated for the positions they hold and all they care about is power struggles at their workplace. The two women that had answered the phone have no idea how difficult it is and how much courage it takes for an addict to pick up the phone and ask for help.
I can only imagine the struggles gambling addicts go through that don’t speak English to seek help elsewhere. Gambling addiction is practically a no topic here, yet gambling joints are EVERYWHERE.
I’m going to try and sleep today as much as I can. I need to find things to sell.