WoW, I’m Depressed

When the real world gets bad, I’m drawn to the fictional world of Azeroth (and beyond).

A little over a month ago, my father passed away unexpectedly. As an only child of divorced parents, it’s been a sad, stressful, isolating, and exhausting time. By the time I get home from work, I have very little capacity for anything really, so I play World of Warcraft.

I have characters on both the Retail and Classic Anniversary servers, and swap between them depending on my mood. I had stopped posting here and on the Bluesky account because I just didn’t have it in me. I’m, at heart, a terminal poster though, and created an account to post WoW stuff (which I plan to continue).

All of this to say, I’m doing better now than I was a month ago. Still not great, but better. I’ve been going to weekly therapy appointments and realizing I’m maybe not as fucked up as I thought I was. There’s a profound sense of sadness and existential concerns about death that linger, but I feel like I’m able to accept and maybe even embrace them. I have a bit more ambition and I’m ready to post here again, focusing on modern and retro PC stuff (I’ll keep the WoW posts quarantined to their own account for the time being).

A big part of my therapy lately has been figuring out what is important to me, and what’s worth the time I have left. And this, I think, is part of it.