I've played a few games about depression, anxiety, the works. Most are pretty good looks at how other people experience this stuff different than I do. I enjoy learning that, even when it's a painful or melancholy experience.
Never thought I'd play one so close to home it was almost surreal.
The room, the PC, the bus trips to hours of classes you're barely awake for...
And then the hot chocolate conversation.
I know it's a bit odd to say it felt...nice?
Well, a lot odd, I think.
I knew folks who didn't make it. Still wonder all the time how the other folks from the ward are doing. If they're okay.
Seeing something like this, so terrifyingly close to the chest, and knowin we're both still here fightin? I dunno how to put it. It hit like a pipin hot cider on a cold day.
I actually drew again for the first time in... a long time, about halfway through playing it. Just felt the urge and ran with it. Let the music play and filled a page. I...appreciate that.
Here's to making it this far, mate.
Thank you, for this game, and for it made me feel.