Or How I learned to Stop Worrying and Just Love Carpal Tunnel
My therapist is a PS4 Controller
Sessions start most weeknights at 6pm sharp or maybe a little bit earlier
Especially if it’s been one of them days
And god damn if they ain’t all been one of them days lately
Sessions are only spose to last an hour but hey sometimes they run over the allotted time
Afterall, shouldn’t I be prioritizing self-care?
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I really should start by reciting the Assassin’s Credo:
May our blades be sharp
May our ammo be infinite
May our jumps be double
As we strive to slay every boss
To explore every dungeon
And to loot every chest
My therapist is a PS4 controller who connects me to a vast array of interactive modalities that guide my path to healing
Spider-man’s Miles Morales helps me weave through the intersections of my conflicting identities
And helps me shoulder the burden of having a secret identity to protect my loved ones
Horizon’s Aloy lends me her courage so I can confront my own past
Wolfenstein’s Blazkowicz helps steel my resolve to prepare me for a future fighting nazis
And Rico Rodriguez shows me how to smash the fascist state with a grappling hook, a wingsuit, an assault rifle, and a can-fucking-do attitude
But Kevin Conroy is the voice of reason who keeps me from losing my mind even in Arkham Asylum
My therapist is a PS4 controller
I mean, anything to not have to talk to anyone, right?