I Lost My Mother. A Video Game Helped Me Carry the Weight.

Recently I lost my Mother around 3 months ago and to be honest I didn't pass her death yet.

I'm still in Emotional Trauma. I don't think grief works that way — you don't pass it, you carry it. Some days the weight is manageable. Most nights it isn't.

I remember the last night with her clearly — and I wish I didn't.

The day I lost my mom in my arms while running to the nearest hospital like Sam Porter trying to revive LUO. Every second I was counting inside my mind driving the car, shouting out to the emergency doctors briefing them about her health condition and racing against the void while having a mix of hope, fear, and a rain of tears that was aging me.

Back to work and trying to keep my productivity up, but inside me my spirit was fading slowly. Day after day, night after night, insomnia till I fall asleep I don't know how.

Days felt slowly fading, trying to isolate my inside self and keeping my mind busy with work, but my soul was still at the stranding beach.

Step after step, delivery after delivery: "every path I took became a road for others." I was falling, but Sam Porter and Bridgets kept me going.

Delivery after delivery, cutscene after cutscene, I deeply let my emotions sink into the beach. Inside me, it's the journey to deliver the package from within my soul. It was not just a game.

It was fighting against my soul's grief to keep going, and keep going.