Hello, I'm about to turn 27. I feel lucky to have found this place, and I should warn you that this is going to be a very long post.
I assume I experienced several major traumas with my family in childhood. I say "assume" because a friend of mine, who is a therapist, told me that playing video games is a defense mechanism. "You're escaping reality," she said, because the reality of my home and my family drains my emotions and my emotional intelligence.
In primary school I was a genuinely smart, hardworking kid. Before I even started school, I knew the multiplication table by heart, and while playing outside I figured out on my own how to count forward and backward by threes, fives and sevens. In middle school, because my dad had gotten one like everyone else, we got a computer too, and that's where my first computer adventure began. At first I wasn't very interested, but whenever I sat down and cried, or quietly bottled something up, I would drive cars in NFS Most Wanted for hours until my eyes burned. What I'm about to tell you shows what I became.
When middle school ended, a laptop was bought purely for slides and presentations. It could run CS 1.6 at 30 FPS at best. For the next three years, until high school, I played CS online on that laptop from morning to evening. For a quiet, timid person who bottles everything up, it was truly an unavoidable path. Looking back at my current age, I can see that nobody helped me.
In high school I got a laptop with a GT 740M, and that's where I met LoL, along with my adolescence :). The traumas I had witnessed in my family as a child, plus the fact that I had started getting involved in the arguments at home and talking back, pushed me further and further away from real life. Pouring all my focus and emotions into a game and cutting myself off from reality felt perfect to me (because when you have no pocket money to go out and sit with friends, and what you can do outside is limited, that's how it is).
That heavy period lasted through all of high school, and the longer it lasted, the more I gave myself to the computer, because there was nothing else I could do, or at least that's how I saw it. My university entrance exam went terribly and I got into a very poor university, but I told myself it was still an escape. In my third year I realized this program wasn't for me and dropped out. In my first year of university I was still playing, but by the second year I had practically quit. Staying away did me some good. I had started working in the summers, which felt great.
Three years after I dropped out, I moved back home and found a part-time job. When the family home stopped feeling good again, I built a custom PC. Again, crazy amounts of gaming: home to work, work to home, but every minute I was at home, I was playing. (In my country, economic conditions don't allow a 20-year-old to easily move out on their own. Welcome to Türkiye.)
Two and a half years ago, I sold the custom PC and bought a MacBook, because a friend and I had made a pact that we would become successful UI/UX designers. Those were the most focused, hardworking and productive times of my life. I still played LoL occasionally, but only two games a week at most. Problems with my family? I was clinging to the hope that I would soon succeed and escape. Then AI shifted its focus to the UI/UX field and turned the entire market, and my hopes, upside down. Devastation. After that, my LoL journey picked up again.
Last year I thought I had found a very serious job (export sales and operations), but it turned out the boss was someone who delayed salaries and dragged people along for months, and I was left with months of unpaid wages. I left and joined another company. The people there welcomed me wonderfully when we first met, but they turned out to be troublesome, and I left after three months. I've been unemployed since the end of August, playing LoL from morning to night.
I'm only now beginning to realize that games are what's been keeping me from the life I want. I've had the same dreams for years, but I have never taken a single physical action toward them. What I thought I was doing was just fooling me in the moment, inside that mindset. Now, just past the halfway point of 50, I find myself standing here, feeling like I'm late.
I hope whoever reads this finds this place "randomly," and doesn't devote their life to this method of escape, this defense mechanism, which has nothing to do with real life.
I'm writing this because I don't want to keep repeating the same cycle. I'm currently unemployed and playing video games from morning to night, and I know I can't fix this with willpower alone, since I've tried that before and it keeps coming back. So I'd really appreciate your help with a few things:
- If you've been through something similar, what actually helped you break the pattern: small daily habits, therapy, a structured routine, something else?
- How do you handle the urge to escape into games when things at home feel overwhelming?
- How did you take the first physical, concrete step toward the life you wanted, instead of staying stuck in planning and dreaming?
I'm open to honest and even blunt advice. Thank you s i n c e r e l y for reading this far.