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Compulsive gambling is a mental illness that cannot be cured but can be arrested. I’m 72 and have been abstinent since Jan. 9, 2009. You can stop gambling too. It starts with the willingness to make a FREE phone call. The call can come from the gambler or loved one. Your questions will be answered! Contact: FLORIDA COUNCIL ON  COMPULSIVE GAMBLING  888-236-4848 24/7/365 for  FREE INFORMATION: Problem Gambling operates the National Problem Gambling Helpline Network (1-800-522-4700). The network is a single national access point to local resources for those seeking help for a gambling problem. The network consists of 28 call centers which provide resources and referrals for all 50 states, Canada and the US Virgin Islands. Help is available 24/7 and is 100% confidential. The National Problem Gambling Helpline Network also includes text and chat services. These features enable those who are gambling online or on their mobile phone to access help the same wa...

I am someone who understands inner torment and can connect to many people who suffer from depression, anxiety, and addictions.  The right person and the right words can be critical to finding relief.  I am a retired, single male of 72. I  understand people like me and may be able to help you.  I am a lifelong sufferer of addiction including, ocd, impulse disorder, adhd,  compulsive gambling, sex and love junkie.  I have tried it all and found talk therapy works best. Contact me. Coach Dave Free 1 hour consultation

It's computer dummy heaven today. I just figured out how to fix my laptop all by myself. It only required batteries but normally I would not have been able to even find where the batteries go. My new OCD mindfulness gave me a bonus. I am a 72 year old geezer but giddy as if I had just stolen my first high school kiss. A fortunate life has been my blessing. But, as my mother used to say, "your worst enemy cannot do to you what you can do to yourself." What a merciless self-assaulter I have been. We are talking mentally, The pain from a broken brain is ferocious. I remember trying to lay my dead tired eight-year-old body in bed and go to sleep. But I couldn't. The pillow would not line up to my satisfaction with a thin line on the headboard. So, I would keep popping up out of bed like a jumping jack for hours on end trying to set the pillow exactly the way I wanted it. I would finally just flop into the bed, drenched in sweat, and then pass out because my little body...