Money stress hijacks your brain. Here’s how money worries pushed me into irrational decisions, and the lessons I’ll never forget.
My first sports bet was a very reckless multi-game combo, and it hit: my stake multiplied sevenfold. It should’ve felt like a genius move, but it actually felt like throwing a dart blindfolded, hitting bullseye, and hearing someone say: “Great! Now do it again”.
Of course I knew gambling was stupid, and I’d literally told other people “the house always wins”. But my savings were on the verge of running out, and financial stress had deleted every rational thought I’d ever had.
If you’ve ever experienced true money stress and got out of it, big chance you already know exactly where this is going.
Here’s how money worries turned me into someone I didn’t recognize anymore.
When the Buffer Ran Out
At the end of my studies, just after finishing my master’s degree, my savings were almost gone. The buffer I’d carefully built up to graduate debt-free was shrinking fast, and I didn’t have a job to build it up again. The finish line was in sight, but unfortunately it wasn’t one where you have your loved ones congratulate you with hugs and kisses.
By principle, I didn’t want to apply for social welfare. Not because I looked down on it, but because I wanted my first job to be something I chose, not something I was forced into by government pressure. That meant staying selective with applications, and only sending out resumes for roles I actually wanted.
Responsible? Maybe. Idealistic? Definitely. But my bank account disagreed. And that’s when the stress hit. Hard.
I stopped sleeping properly. I’d wake up at night checking my account balance like it might have magically changed. Every expense felt like a crisis. Meeting friends for coffee suddenly required considerations about whether I could afford it, and €5 groceries came with a calculation of how many days I had left until my savings were gone.
The constant mental math was exhausting, and that exhaustion made me vulnerable to something I’d always known was unwise: gambling.
When Rationality Left the Chat
Now before you judge me—and I wouldn’t blame you if you did—you should know that financial stress isn’t just a number on your bank app. It creeps into your head and body, completely rewiring your thoughts and feelings. My rational brain, the same one that got me my degree, went completely offline. Desperation opened doors I normally would’ve padlocked, so I tried to find a way to make money. Fast.
I’d always known gambling was dumb and that, from a mathematical perspective, you couldn’t win any money with it long-term. But stress bulldozed math until there wasn’t any of it left, so I went for it anyway.
I tried poker first. A classmate from high school had become a top-ranked pro in the Netherlands, and some desperate, irrational part of me thought that if he could do it, maybe I could too. I downloaded an app, deposited €50 I actually couldn’t afford to lose, and told myself I’d just play a few hands in low-stakes games to learn.
That wasn’t a wise decision, especially because those low-stakes games were extremely high-stakes for myself. Three hours later, nearly one-third of it was gone. I’d made every single rookie mistake: chasing losses, playing hands I should’ve folded, convincing myself the next hand would turn it around. The same brain that earned a master’s degree simply couldn’t do basic poker math anymore.
Then came football bets. My brain whispered: you know this sport, you’ve got an edge. As if my Sunday couch commentary rivaled bookmakers with supercomputers.
That was the moment I placed the successful-yet-reckless multi-game combo. My initial stake returned sevenfold, just like that.
The Trap Springs
It totally felt like undeserved luck, so I bet again. And for some inexplicable reason won that one as well. That couldn’t be luck anymore, now could it? Suddenly I felt like a king, and thought that this approach could maybe get me out of my financial troubles. But it was also the moment things gradually started going south, because I became even more reckless. I started placing smaller bets on high risk, high reward bets. It meant losing smaller amounts and occasionally winning big, although the wins usually didn’t outweigh the already incurred losses.
That cycle of winning and losing continued for a few weeks. Not with huge amounts, relatively speaking, but with money I absolutely couldn’t afford to lose given the situation I was in. Every loss convinced me the next win would save me, while every win convinced me I’d figured out the system.
I eventually reached a point where I would check betting odds during social events with friends, and calculate potential winnings instead of sleeping. The gambling had actually become the problem I was trying to solve with more gambling.
At some point, what I’d started thinking of as my ‘bankroll’ started playing the Jaws soundtrack. And when I was back at the exact same point as where I initially started, having gained nothing despite all the ups and downs, I realized the real danger wasn’t losing money anymore. It was losing myself.
I honestly don’t know how long that cycle would’ve continued. Maybe until I had nothing left. Maybe until I finally applied for welfare out of pure desperation.
But I was lucky, and got saved by external circumstances. Someone interrupted the pattern before either could happen.
The Message That Ended It All
What eventually got me out wasn’t a jackpot, it was a message on LinkedIn. I had created a profile there a few months before, put it on “open to work” status, and explicitly put in my profile header what kind of work I was looking for: A position on the crossroads between business and IT.
Most recruiter messages I received felt like they were written by a broken chatbot. “We have an exciting opportunity in sales!”. Translation: “We haven’t read your profile at all, but really hope you can make us some money!”.
But one 'You've got mail' message I received after a couple of months of being in financial stress stood out. It was personal, specific, and warm. Someone had actually taken the time to read my profile and marked me as a high-potential in his niche, which in recruiter land is rarer than spotting a snowman in the Sahara.
It was an opportunity I couldn’t let go, so I called back that same day. From there, things moved fast and I decided to formally kick off the application procedure. I prepared obsessively for over a week, nailed the interview, and got an offer a couple of days later. Normally the company required an extra interview round and an IQ test, but I could skip both.
I still cannot overstate how grateful I am for that LinkedIn message and the interactions that followed. They kickstarted my professional career, and made sure my bank account finally stopped screaming.
The Door That Closed Forever
When I landed that first job and saw my empty bank account finally showing signs of life, I also regained some mental clarity again. I immediately and permanently left the world of gambling behind me, with a promise to never, ever, be in financial stress again.
This hectic period taught me what no textbook ever could: experiencing financial stress isn’t about numbers at all. It’s about gradually losing control, dignity, clear thinking, and even yourself. Even just a few months of it had a brutal impact on me, so I can only imagine what it’s like for people who’ve been facing it for years. It drains your energy, your rationality, your joy, everything.
It also made me realize that having financial stability isn’t necessarily about getting rich. It’s simply about never being desperate enough to make decisions you already know are wrong, and that will put your life in a downward spiral.
So when I say I left the world of gambling for good, I mean all forms of it. Whether it’s lotteries, sports betting, slot machines, or anything else that promises “fast money”, all of it preys on the exact same emotions that once made me vulnerable. Poker as well, because even if you’re not a losing player, your winnings might actually come from someone desperately clinging onto it like myself at some point.
The only exception to the “no gambling” rule? A casino night with friends, with money I’m prepared to lose upfront and all-ins exclusively on the buffet. And my opinion if you’re someone who likes a gamble? I get it. I’ve been there. But my experience is that the “win” never feels as good as the stress feels bad.
I made some extremely unwise decisions that could have capsized everything, but was lucky enough to be pulled out before being swallowed by them. That 7x multiplier on my first bet? It wasn’t a win. It was bait. And it almost took me all the way down.
So today, I put money where long-term returns actually exist: investing, learning, building skills and products like this blog. All of those slowly compound over time. Turns out, financial freedom isn’t about Ferraris or fireworks. It’s about the quiet ability to focus on what really matters to you, without your bank account screaming louder than your brain.
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