I’ve struggled with an addiction to World of Warcraft ever since my brother first introduced me to it in 2007. I look back at it fondly and miss those early days levelling with friends, queuing for battlegrounds after school and staying up late on weekends. It’s a feeling I’ve tried to relive, and one that always brought me back, but it’s never been the same. Instead of alive and fun, it’s always draining and disappointing.
I’m at a point in my life now that I’m happy with, and after caving in and playing again last week, I decided to do one final send off, one final adventure. I took my paladin through the old raids I used to love, and finished by defeating the Lich King before returning to Elwynn Forest and logging off for the last time.
I just wanted to share this story, as every time I’ve “quit” in the past, I felt unsure and riddled with FOMO. Now, it feels right. I feel at peace.
I hope everyone here, everyone reading, finds their own peace as well.