I took similarly extreme measures to end my video game addiction many years ago.<p>I played MMOs compulsively. They basically hijacked the reward center of my brain to the point where what happened outside of the game seemed completely irrelevant to me. I didn’t even see the point of showering.<p>During “moments of clarity” I understood perfectly well exactly what was happening to me, how the game was specifically designed to put me in that sort of state, how fake and toxic it all was.<p>So during these “moments of clarity”, I would take some of my life back by deliberately sabotaging myself inside the game so I wouldn’t want to play anymore.<p>I destroyed all my valuable items and deleted my characters.<p>When I came back, I told support it was an accident and they recovered the items and characters for me...<p>So then I gave all my valuable items to other players, thinking support couldn’t take those back from those people, because that would be creating free duplicates.<p>So I told support it was an accident, and they recovered the account and created duplicates of all of my lost items.<p>So I did that again, this time handing all the items to someone I knew.<p>Support again recovered the account and created duplicates of everything, but warned that they wouldn’t be able to do this a third time because of concerns about in-game markets being disrupted by duplicates.<p>So I did it again.<p>This time they recovered the account, and some of the items, but none of the most valuable ones.<p>Even then, I still wanted to play.<p>So this time I did the same, deleted all my items, deleted my characters, and created a new email account on yahoo.<p>I made that yahoo account’s username and password both something complicated I would never remember. I changed my game account’s email to that yahoo account, confirmed the email change, changed my game account’s password to something long I would never remember, changed all the game account’s personal and contact information to nonsense, logged out of the yahoo account, logged out of the game account, and closed the incognito tab.<p>I tried, but I never figured out a way to recover that account.<p>So I created a new account. Several times, but always repeatedly sabotaged myself during moments of clarity. Eventually, after a few weeks, I completely lost interest in trying and could finally do other things with my life.<p>I’ve used this same tactic with every game since. Total gameplay hours over the last 10 years have been maybe 50 hours or so for Fallout 3, and that’s it.<p>I don’t play anything anymore. Life has turned out unreasonably good since then, too. Career in software exploded.<p>Maybe because of redirected compulsivity.<p>Now I’m having a similar problem with workaholism.<p>I guess the real-world implementation of my prior solution would be to give all my money away, burn all my bridges, and go meditate in a forest somewhere. That doesn’t seem like such a great idea, though, especially with people depending on me. I’ll have to figure out a different solution for this one..