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My life is a mess

So, this is a very long post, I did add in a section further down with “more recent events” for a TL;DR out of habit, also pretty long but nowhere close to the start here. I just started feeling like typing my feelings out and ended up going through different sections of my life.

I titled this “My life is a mess”

Growing up, I never had it easy in school. I started getting bullied by the time I started first grade, because my family didn’t have much money and I was wearing pretty trashy clothes. I had one friend I hung out with on a daily basis and had a ton of fun with during my spare time after school and that was it. One true friend was enough for me. But getting bullied every single day by the older kids certainly was stressful and caused me to become isolated as my dad eventually got me a computer by the time I turned seven. I turned to games; it was an amazing new way for me to escape from reality.

By the time I finished third grade I moved to my dad’s place and had to start a new school. I remember thinking that this could be a fresh start and finally get away from the bullies!

Boy, was I wrong. It did not even take a week for someone to start commenting on my appearance, by this time I had gotten a bit overweight and you know how cruel kids can be, they definitely were to me. Daily harassment of how ugly I was and how I needed to go home so nobody had to look at me. But. I found a friend at this new school aswell. Antonio. My closest friend for 15 years now. We shared a passion for video games and quickly connected, we started hanging out on pretty much a daily basis and gamed together and had tons of fun!

Around mid-fourth grade my brother started playing a game I always watched him play, it was World of Warcraft. It looked so fun! In his case I remember seeing the 14-day trial and I kept pestering him and dad to let me take it and try the game for myself and eventually they allowed me to do so. I was hooked. I remember inviting my best friend home with me to show him the new game and we were both ecstatic about how cool this game was. He got his parents to purchase the game for him and we started playing every day and that quickly turned into an addiction.

This was an even greater escape from reality where I also got to have fun with my friend at the same time! As often as we could we started going in between each other’s houses to LAN during the weekends and play together at the same spot.

School was tough to get through, but having the end of day in my mind made me be able to get through it. I wanted to get home to play more.

Didn’t exactly have a good relationship with my father, he was verbally abusive and always told me how useless I was as I never did my chores but instead played games all day and didn’t do well in school. Atleast he didn’t take my game away I thought often to myself.

But the daily abuse from other kids and the strained relationship with my father also made me a compulsive eater to “drown” my sorrows. I rapidly started gaining even more weight and got bigger and bigger. By the time I was going to start sixth grade I was already over 100kg (220lbs) which certainly didn’t make things easier. It was time for yet another new school. I moved back to live with my mom and continued my adventures online with my friend.

Time comes around to start sixth grade and this was a huge new school. They had students from grade 1 all the way up to 9, we were over 600 kids at that school. But I didn’t want to attend school. I was fed up with being bullied every damn day. But it was a new place, perhaps people were nicer here? No. Definitely not. Things escalated further. This was the first time I attended a school that had older students (i.e. grade 8-9’ers) and I quickly became their target for abuse. Another daily fix of harassment, I was again told how ugly I was, how I needed to kill myself and to piss off because nobody wanted to lay eyes on me. I was pushed around and made fun of constantly.

Obviously, I quickly got fed up. I started cutting classes to stay home and play my game instead to not have to deal with the douches in school. Time passed by quickly. By this time I probably spent upwards of 10 hours per day playing WoW and barely slept anything. Eating and playing was pretty much all I did. I got into all kinds of content and started raiding hardcore to take things off my mind.

Things quickly escalated in that sense but I was all in since it was the only thing in life that gave me actual joy.

During my high-school years I also made two friends which has been with me since, Emil and Michael. They’ve been like brothers to me ever since and we’ve gotten along really well and both of them certainly has been an important part of my life since. We’ve shared the same interests and been playing all kinds of games together or just hanging out doing stupid shit pretty much.

I started getting suicidal thoughts as the bullying was very intense and I simply had enough of all the abuse. Pretty much had weekly meetings with the principal about the situation but they never really did anything. I was the problem to them because I wasn’t doing well in my classes. They put me in a “special school” (Not sure how to term it properly lol) a couple of days per week which was pretty neat and I did get to study by myself with more in-depth help from teachers but by this time I started acting out and becoming aggressive after all the years of bullying. I simply couldn’t take it anymore.

The days I attended my “normal” school once I was up to eight grade if people commented anything I would either comment something back or I would attack them. Unfortunately, that also included innocent people. By this time, I was completely devastated and if people so much as looked at me I would think they were judging me and I would start commenting things or push them up against the wall and threaten them. I had become the thing I hated the most. A bully. I got most people to stop though, but was it worth it? Having to go that far for things to change? No. I hated myself even more than I already did. I struggled intensively. WoW was everything to me that mattered. The only thing that kept me alive.

After ninth grade, I moved back to my father’s place yet again because the atmosphere was very strained at my mom’s place and she couldn’t handle it anymore. As you know by now, my father and I didn’t exactly have a good relationship. He’s always been very verbally abusive and always loved explaining exactly how useless I was for not getting through school properly and things like that. I was still actively playing games and pretty much kept myself isolated. I started studying at a secondary upper school (Gymnasiet in Swedish) but quickly dropped out after roughly six months.

My life was a complete mess. How was I still alive? What kept me going? Sure, the games were fun and all that but going through verbal abuse every damn day sure takes its toll.

Eventually I turned 18, I moved to my brother and sister’s place (Shared two-story house) that lived pretty far off to get away from my dad and his abuse. I found a job at a place called Sykes which was a call-center. The first two months were pretty chill but I wasn’t used to this type of environment. When I studied, I wasn’t doing full days, which means that it quickly became exhausting and I unfortunately started calling in sick during days I felt like I didn’t want to go there because it was frustrating and stressful taking all the calls and handling all kinds of issues for clients.

After six months of employment, I was let go and I had to move back to live with my mom again since my siblings couldn’t afford having me there for free. I started yet another school to study to get an education. I jumped into a vehicle program that would lead me into getting a car + truck license and that was pretty chill. However, the classes didn’t go that well. I skipped a lot of classes, only took a couple of them that I actually enjoyed and eventually did at least got my driver’s license and the first degree of the truck license and dropped out after as it was too intense as I wasn’t used to doing full days or that many subjects, I was too dumb to be able to pull it off I thought to myself very often. After dropping out, I was once again back to playing WoW fulltime and didn’t do anything else. Why would I want to do anything else? It’s all that was keeping me going. It still is to this day.

A couple of years later after pretty much doing nothing, my aunt’s husband phoned me up about a potential job as I had my truck license and that was working as a truckdriver in a mine.

I applied for the job and got it thanks to him and started working there, it certainly was a very special environment but I thought it was pretty chill and did my best. Unfortunately, eventually I was drawn back into the games again because it was much more relaxing and enjoyable than having to go to work and I stopped going there too. I got fired once again and went back into my bubble with gaming to escape reality once again.

Yes. I’m fully aware I’m a straight-up addict when it comes to computer games but in all honesty, if it weren’t for the games I wouldn’t be alive today. Truth be told, at this point it doesn’t matter to me anymore.

Fast-forward up to 2018, around April-March, roughly 5 months after having lost my job in the mine.

I applied back to Sykes as I wanted to move back to my brother’s place as we got along well and shared interests and did get accepted once more.

First two months were super chill, I had fun at work and everything was great. Didn’t miss a single day. But then, the client I was on there to work for completely exploded in popularity and our CS department got flooded in support errands because the phones had issues during release windows and it quickly became extremely overwhelming for me.

I started getting panic attacks at work from all the constant stress, we were short-staffed too so it was impossible for us to catch up to all the errands and it just kept growing and growing and I simply couldn’t handle it anymore. I burned out completely. It was like hitting a brick wall. Everything went to shit. I called up a health center and was sent on sick leave for 3 months to begin with to recover and slowly rehabilitate going back into work but it was still too much to handle. I ended up quitting the job and since then have been struggling with panic attacks and severe depression.


Roughly six months ago, I was living at my sister’s place. I sold my gaming setup because I wanted to make a change and try to get out of the addiction I’ve created for myself and buy a car for the money instead and go back into applying for jobs. That didn’t last very long. The first two weeks was pretty chill, it felt like a vacation pretty much.

But after that all my old feelings and things started overflowing my mind and that vacation quickly turned into nightmare scenarios and overwhelmed me completely. I struggled hard, I started regretting selling the computer since it was all I had to escape from just these kind of things. I shortly after moved to my brother’s place yet again as I had a plan to go back to study for another education but eventually decided not to go because it just didn’t feel like the right thing for me to do. As I wasn’t going to start studying or felt like I could handle a job, I instead sold the car which was a terrible deal in the first place and purchased myself an older pretty crappy computer that I am now using to game on. It’s not a great experience but at least it works. I have no money either way to get something better so it doesn’t matter. I barely have any money to live on either. No savings as I haven’t worked in ages or for very long periods. All I own is this PC and a bed. Growing debts, both personal loans and older failed payment plans that went to shit.

Things are starting to catch up to me, all the trauma I went through as a kid remains undealt with, in no way had I tried to process everything I’ve went through during my upbringing.

My failures in school, at previous jobs. Failed relationships with both family and friends.

I quit my job at Sykes in January, 2019 and have since been unemployed. The mere thought of going back to work gives me panic attacks. I have no idea what to do at this point.

I do still play my video games to escape reality at this point, because what else is there to do? I can’t handle all the feelings. Suicidal thoughts have become a daily thing. I barely have any will to live at all. The games are literally what keeps me alive aswell as some of my family.

Where do I go from here? Am I ever going to function again? What purpose do I have in life? Atleast I’ve begun seeing a psychotherapist. It feels good to talk about everything that’s happened to me, but it still feels like there’s no way to recover from everything. I do want to be able to work again, but I simply don’t feel like I’m ever going to be able to again. I’d love to eventually find someone to love. To start a family with. But who would want someone who is as broken and messed up as I am? At this point, I’m around 140kg (308lbs) at my heaviest I was 160kg(352lbs) so at least I’ve done some sort of weight loss but it’s not nearly enough.

But I honestly have no idea what to do with my life anymore. I enjoy my video games as I’ve mentioned multiple times and I would want nothing more than to find a way to make a living doing that, but who would want to watch a completely broken person play games anyway? I doubt I’d find much success there either. But I don’t know what else to do. I have no money to live off of, I’m struggling hard with my panic attacks, severe depression and barely any will to live.

Anyways, that’s all for now. This went on for a lot longer than I expected but once I started typing I just couldn’t stop and honestly have no idea what to do anymore because I’m simply starting to lose that little edge over survival I have.

If you actually took your time and read all this text, thank you! I hope you’re doing better than me. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone honestly.


Hey @Seb1,

Thank you so much for taking the time to share all of this. It’s really neat to have this opportunity to know you a little more. I hope this was also a good opportunity for you to reflect on things that matter to you, or even just to get things off your chest.

I’m really sorry you were bullied at such a young age and for so long. As you said, kids can be cruel, but it’s still heartbreaking to go through criticism, rejection and violence for… nothing. Because you never did anything wrong. It wasn’t your fault. It was the reflection of their own behaviors, maybe struggles as well, but it was still 100% about them and not you. You never deserved any of this.

I hear that you had (and still have) an awesome friend by your side though, and a pretty good outlet to escape and have fun. Being a gamer myself, I totally understand the benefits of gaming. It’s an incredible way to dive into different worlds and have a sense of community with others. I never played WoW, but played my shared of MMOs in the past - lots of good memories with the community I was in at the moment.

Though as you explain through your own story, sometimes those outlets can be out of control, especially if it feels like our life is collapsing in the background. At least, it gives a sense of safety, of stability, of comfort. But avoidance/escapism can be a double-edged sword. I’m really sorry you had to deal with all of this at the same time: the bullies, your relationship with your dad, the way you coped at the moment. That’s a lot to go through, and it takes a lot of courage to do what you just did here, to sit down and reflect on your own journey so you could find some clarity.

You survived, friend. You just did what you could to survive. You were so young and I hope that, now, you canstart to learn to be at peace with your own story. When I was a student, I had a very hurtful relation with food as well. It was mostly the result of past abuses in my own family and outside of it. My own world was collapsing too. I had a really hard time to keep up with work + studies at the same time because my own struggles were draining all my energy already. I’ve hurt my body in ways that I still pay today, as long-term consequences, which makes it hard sometimes to accept this part of my past. It’s hard to forgive ourselves. It’s hard to acknowledge and process the hurt, the pain that impacted us many ways. But once you put your story in context, you’re more able to get a new perspective over it, to understand that there was a context and, ultimately, you survived as you could with the means that you had.

We don’t know each other, but I’m really proud of you for the things you accomplished, for your perseverance, for the goals you’ve set for yourself and gave you a direction, even if it was just about moving on sometimes.

A lot of your own story really resonate with mine and my heart goes out to you right now. I’m currently unemployed, experienced a burnout previously for different reasons, but obviously for the accumulation of stress and pain through the years. Now struggling with a crippling depression and anxiety. It’s tough to be in this position. It feels like life is getting out of control, almost like it’s been robbed away from us, like opportunities were stolen. But this kind of moment in life can also be a time of transition, and even more a time of healing. You didn’t receive the support and help you needed in the past. You just tried to keep moving on as you could. But there’s a time when our mind and body stay “stop, now is time to slow down”. It’s good that you’re listening to it, especially by seeing a therapist.

A huge part of healing goes with allowing yourself to be vulnerable in places that are safe, where you can be understood. You’ve just taken that step right now. And it’s a huge honor to see you opening up, sharing this raw part of vulnerability that is yours.

You are not broken, friend. You are not a failure. There are a lot of things that happened in your life that you didn’t ask for. Having an abusive parent and being bullied can be traumatic. It shapes the perception we have of ourselves. But in the end we’re only human. We do as we can, with the means that we have.

It sounds that, now, you are at a crossroad in your life. To make new decisions, follow a new path, transit to something different and better. I hear that you feel lost, sad, disappointed. You’re hurting, and if I could just give you a giant hug right now so you could feel that you’ll be okay, I’d do it without any hesitation. I see you. I hear you. Your story matters. What’s on your heart is important. You have an entire community here willing to support you. You are not alone. You are not beyond hope. You will learn to turn your own story into strength - and not just grief.

Reading your story reminded me of this japanese word, “kintsukuroi”, which means something close to “repair with gold”. It refers to a specific practice of repairing damaged pottery and fill their cracks with gold. So the pottery goes through 3 states: how it was produced at first > multiple fragmented pieces > an object that becomes whole again, with apparent cracks that turned into something even more beautiful. Here is an example:

The results of this practice make each piece unique in this world. Just like your story and your heart makes you the unique and beautiful individual that you are. Some people didn’t see it before and that was their loss. But you not are defeated right now, and you still have a life ahead of you. I believe in you and your capacity to be your own gold painter. To turn your cracks into strength and beauty. How this gold will be made of, for you? Who are the people who could help you during this process? What resources would you like to mobilize during this process? The answers are yours and won’t be find in a day, but you know you can process and reflect on those in a safe place, here with this community, anytime. Just like you’ve started to process your past with your therapist. Being vulnerable is a first step, and such a powerful one. Give your heart the time it needs. It’s been through a lot before. Just one day at a time, as people usually say.

Thank you again for sharing your heart and story here. :hrtlegolove:

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Thank you so much for your reply!

You’ve given me alot of pointers to reflect on and i’m happy this forum came back to my mind a couple of days ago!

And i’m sorry to hear you’ve been having trouble aswell. Life truly isn’t fair for many of us.

It’s definitely hard to not see myself as a failure as I have never been able to stay at a job, finish any education properly but instead eventually drop out of it in some way.

Sorry it took a while to respond, just alot on my mind right now and things aren’t looking good… Just taking life day by day, struggling financially and the institution that takes care of “sickness benefit” payouts is making my life even tougher by dragging the process out which essentially puts me in the shitter.

Hard to find motivation for anything at this point and has been for so long.

Thanks again, truly! :hrtlegolove:

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No worries for the late response - I take my time too. What matters is that it never becomes a chore for you. :heart:

Yea, it’s hard not to bee too severe with ourselves when we didn’t reach a goal that was important to us. We’re also so used to the idea that job and education = worth, but deep inside you know it’s not true. You would never think of someone that they are a failure because they couldn’t finish their education. We all follow different paths and some of them can be very tortuous, full of incidents and bumps on the road, but there’s no graduation or job that would define your worth - even if our society keeps pressuring us to believe otherwise. Your situation implies to be more creative eventually, to set your own rules and look after a path that wouldn’t be defined yet, but you have the capacity, the determination and the resilience to create this path for yourself. Keep moving on, keep holding on, because YOU are worth the efforts it takes to reach your own goals, to live a healthy and fulfilling life. But as you said: day by day. You have a lot on your plate and you’ll address those issues, one by one, at your own pace and by defining your priorities.

I hope this process (administrative procedures I suppose? hell, that’s a real beast - best of luck my friend) will go as smooth as possible, but even more than you’ll get a breather from it asap!

Take some breaks during the day, as much as possible. Even just 5 minutes here and there. Just to breathe, rest, enjoy a bit of the air outside and simple joys that this life has to offer. Reminders of what you are fighting for. You are allowed to pause and ground yourself as much as you need, especially through all of this. <3