I’m not saying my demons are slain. I’m not saying I don’t have awful days when it’s a struggle to get off the couch. I’m not saying Breath of the Wild cured me - you don’t exactly cure depression, certainly not with a video game. But it’s difficult for me to imagine how things would’ve unfolded without it. Depression is like a storm of emotion that rages in you every day, and it can be almost impossible to navigate those winds. Breath of the Wild was like my paraglider.
I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t difficult to read the words as they appeared on the screen. The finality of seeing ‘The End’ hit me like a cannonball in the torso. What if I slipped back? What if I had another one of those sweaty, sleepless nights? What if I heard myself say those words again? And that’s when Breath of the Wild dropped its final lesson on me.
There are no more princesses to save, dude. It’s time to save yourself. |