37 losses? More like 37 therapy sessions.

I lost 37 times in a row—yeah, I’m not even mad anymore. That’s not failure; that’s emotional resilience training with extra glitter.

Turns out the real jackpot wasn’t in the paytable—it was in whispering ‘You’re still here’ to myself at 1:47 a.m., while my soul was crying into my third cold coffee.

The game doesn’t care if you’re sad or tired—but you should care enough to protect your peace.

So next time you’re stuck on ‘lose’, remember: you’ve already won by not quitting.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever turned grief into grace… or just cried over pixels?

Comment below—let’s validate each other’s silent wins.