On personal games
I donโt have any tales of games saving me from depression.
I mean, I did go through a period where I was depressed. I dropped out of high school while living overseas and basically just didnโt go anywhere. I slept for 23 hours straight. I woke up to eat something and read. It was listlessness, pointlessness, it was like a blank. I didnโt feel sad. I feltโฆ absent. Eventually I was dragged to a doctor who basically prescribed sunshine and a lot of vitamins, and a swift kick in the ass.
The terror of reintegrating into life was enormous. I was shaking and trembling as I caught the bus to downtown. Walking onto the campus had me breathless. And the perfunctory disbelief as I tried to explain to the school administrators what had happened was shocking: idle curiosity married to not caring. Their response to my terror was to say โwell, just go back. Itโll be hard.โ It was. And it comes back, every once in a while, though never as bad.
But games didnโt save me from that.
