This isn’t a criticism of OW, although it is still somewhat disappointing to play a good match, and still lose. No, if anything, OW is a welcome retreat from the unnecessary and unwanted drama in my life at the moment. In OW, I get to focus on my plays, helping my team win. In a match, I’m flanking, lining up shots as Widow (sometimes cursing that side to side strafing movement) or soaring after wounded teammates as Mercy. Blue beam on Bastion! Go forth, my friend!
My happiness in OW is simple. I don’t need to win, though it’s always nice. If I can show off my Widowmaker, get some nice plays, I often content with that.
If I’m in the middle of a good match, pesky thoughts of the junk in my real life don’t often intrude. Not until my session ends, at least.
This last is slightly off topic. Rather, it is the topic. The reason I felt compelled to play OW. I play OW when I’m stressed, it seems.
If you wouldn’t mind, could you say a prayer for my Dad? I won’t say much except that he has a problem with his heart. I hope he’s going to be ok.
Not much else to say.
I’ll be keeping your dad in my thoughts as well 
