The Sims Changed My Life

I never expected to become a gamer. For most of my early life, video games felt like something for other people. I’d watch my sister play Marble Blast Gold, solving puzzles and bouncing through levels, and think…What’s the point? You just do it over and over again?

Then the world turned upside down.

I was downtown during 9/11. I saw the planes hit. I watched the towers fall. I made it home physically okay, but something inside me changed. Not long after, I developed OCD. I started checking things. Washing. Avoiding. Repeating. My brain was trying to make sense of a world that felt so out of control.

And that’s when The Sims entered my life.

The Sims Changed My Life

It started during a summer vacation. I walked into my cousins’ room and saw them arguing over what outfit to give a character on screen. It looked like a digital dress-up game, and I knew enough about that to be intruiged. But then they clicked a button, the screen changed, and suddenly this character had a house. A job. A life. She had a family. We built her story together.

By the time that trip ended, that sim had lived a full little life. And I had found something I didn’t even know I needed.

I begged my parents for The Sims.

For those unfamiliar, The Sims is a life simulation game that first launched in 2000. It doesn’t have levels or final bosses. There’s no winning or losing. You just build lives. You create people, homes, relationships, careers. The most recent version, The Sims 4, went free-to-play in 2022. The Sims 5 is currently in development. But back then, all I knew was that I’d found something that made me feel... calm.

The Sims Changed My Life

Because in real life, I felt powerless. I was stuck in patterns and rituals, trying to hold the world together. But in The Sims, I didn’t need rituals. I had control. I could pause the game at any moment. I could choose the wallpaper, the job, the mood. Nothing happened unless I wanted it to.

And that was everything.

As I got older, life kept shifting. Schools changed. People came and went. But The Sims stayed. It became my constant - the one place where everything made sense. In high school, I didn’t feel like I belonged. I was quiet, withdrawn. I didn’t join clubs because I didn’t think I deserved to be there. But in The Sims, I got to be somebody. A successful artist. A brilliant scientist. A five-star celebrity with a beautiful kitchen and a backyard pool.

I wasn’t just escaping into a different world - I was building one I wished I lived in.

And maybe the most surprising thing? Those little digital wins started to matter. They didn’t feel fake. They gave me permission to imagine something bigger for myself. If my sim could climb to the top of her career, maybe I could too. If she could find love and happiness and stability, maybe I was allowed to want those things for myself.

The Sims Changed My Life

Today, I have a degree in neuroscience and psychology. I have real work with my name on it. I’m no longer playing The Sims every night, but its impact is still with me.

There’s a reason The Sims has lasted 25 years. It’s not just a game - it’s a place to imagine, to try again, to make mistakes and rebuild. It’s safe. It’s notsalgic. And for a lot of people like me, it’s deeply therapeutic. It lets you dream without judgment. It helps you process what’s hard through something gentle. It gives you back a sense of control when everything else feels unsteady.

If you’ve never played, it might sound silly. But to me, The Sims was a lifeline. It helped me feel less alone in the aftermath of trauma. It gave me space to breathe when the real world felt too heavy. It reminded me that the life I wanted wasn’t impossible - I just hadn’t built it yet.

So go ahead. Fire it up. Create something good. Build a world where you can feel safe.

Sometimes, that’s exactly where healing begins.