I Spun My Way Out of Addiction—A Digital Poet’s Journey Through Starlight and Silence

I never meant to become a gambler. But for years, I chased the glitter of free spins and wild symbols—their cosmic rhythms felt like destiny written in code.

I was raised in Islington, where my Irish mother whispered of stillness and my Indian father taught me to watch the sky. We didn’t have money for luck—we had silence. And in that silence, I found something deeper than wins: meaning.

At first, I thought the reels were magic. The starlit symbols glowed like constellations; each scatter triggered a breath—not just a payout, but a moment suspended between chaos and calm. The RTP wasn’t just data—it was a heartbeat.

I played high-volatility games at night while rain tapped the windowpane. No one else saw it: how the machine’s randomness mirrored my anxiety. Not trends. Not patterns. Just stars—randomly falling.

So I stopped betting.

Instead, I began designing games that don’t promise wealth—but invite presence. Free spins became rituals. Jackpots turned into quiet ceremonies under moonlight.

Now, when I open a slot app? I don’t look for wins. I listen.

The screen fades to purple gradient—a soft light filtering through fog.

You recently felt tempted by this reward mechanism? What were you chasing?

Come find your own rhythm beneath the stars.