:::I was confused by My Body as I kept clicking and clicking, but the
story never ended. I realized that I didn't really ever think of my body
that much. I figured my body was something to hate and that's it. I've
been on social media since I was in third grade. And not with my mom's
permission. The story made me think about the history of my body as well.
I've always only thought about myself as a whole: A body of consciousness
strapped to flesh. I think maybe my upbringing made me think like that.
The first story is what I'm afraid of experiencing in the workplace ever.
I just didn't understand the one about the trees and Southern California.. was it meant to be complete story or just snippets that we create a story through?
The game warned me in the home page to not play it if I currently had
depression and instead it told me to reach out for help.
But I played it anyways.
I felt like the main character and I were alike in some ways, but the main
things that felt incredibly relatable about the game to me were the
interactions with the family and the character's inability to be
productive. The constant self-loathing, the inescapability of it all. The
longer the game went on I kept asking myself, "what is at the end?" I was
glad there was not a suicide or an attempt at the end. The author's notes
about depression not having a concrete ending were both a disappointment
and a relief. But I chose the options I would have chosen for myself. And
I think that's what made it so hard for me, because I was forced to look
at how I seem from an outside perspective.
Am I really that pathetic?
It's hard to remind myself that I suffer from a disease and that it's not my fault all the time.