When I arrived in America as a young teenager, I was introduced to video games for the first time. What began as innocent entertainment quickly turned into a powerful addiction. By the time I was in nursing school, I found myself glued to the screen, immersed in the adventures of the characters, completing quests, defeating bosses, and seeking the unknown. What fascinated me most was the illusion of control and exploration. I envisioned myself as the hero, navigating through challenges and forging my destiny. But in reality, the game’s developers already knew how it began and how it would end. My role was simply to follow the predetermined path, yet I was consumed by the experience. This addiction came at a cost. My studies suffered, my family was neglected, and my spiritual life was pushed to the background. I found myself filled with anger when I was defeated in the game or when my family criticized my addiction. The deeper I sank into this virtual world, the more I realized it was...