The Mail Day Reminder
When the worthless cards finally show up after getting skunked in a break, it’s not always a fun, exciting mail day—but rather a painful reminder of a recent tilt session that spiraled out of control, long after logic left the room. A padded envelope packed with regret and sorrow. You already felt the sting that night—the disappointment, the shame, the self-talk you tried to silence. But now it’s resurfacing, one padded envelope at a time.