The Moment: Confronting Myself
Ive heard of anxiety attacks, but this is ridiculous! *rimshot*
If Id stuck with Leonharts original concept and done a true moment ranking, this one would be top 5? Maybe even top 3? Id have to really think about it, but its in that ballpark. From the second the sound of that first Heeeeey YAH! as the best song on the soundtrack hits, right on through to the big comforting embrace between Madeline and Badeline, this segment is one Im willing to call perfect. All on its own, it justifies that lack of subtlety in all of Celestes themes - when you can manage these sorts of emotional highs, you dont need to obscure anything.
I never like to speak in absolutes or give the impression that I think any experiences are universal even among specific groups of people, but I feel relatively comfortable in saying that everyone whos ever had to deal with mood disorders, crippling anxiety, or any other kind of mental health issue can probably find something to relate to here. Dramatic though it may seem, the ending section of Chapter 6 is a pretty accurate representation of what it feels like to decide to confront those sides of yourself, particularly for the first time. Its turbulent, its drawn out, and its damn sure hard. But amidst all the chaos and the drama, it carries with it a feeling of power and badassery that can only come from standing up for yourself. Its the eleventh-hour shonen boost in strength, where our hero, battered and on their last leg, draws their line in the sand and proclaims they wont be defeated anymore. No more passive acceptance. Its time to go on the offensive.
Compare this section to Badelines first appearance in Chapter 2. There, shes the one chasing you. Here, the tables turn. Thats about how these things tend to go, isnt it? When youre not aware or have only recently become aware of a mental illness, it feels like a constant, an ever-present obstacle to everything you may be working to accomplish. It festers, grows, even seems to multiply, shows up even when you dont expect it and ruins your day. You cant escape the damned thing. But then, once you finally find the courage to stand up to it, work on it, find ways to live with it, it becomes an elusive wisp of smoke that, at best, just hides itself away at any time that might otherwise be used for healing and, at worst, appears to actively be hindering your efforts. Ive had an all-new anxiety problem creep its way into my life in the last few years, and without going into detail about it, Ill just say that its the most vicious cycle Ive ever encountered. The more I try to fix it or even find ways to cope with its existence, the more it reveals itself in my daily life. Its maddening and infuriating, but most of all, its lonely. Friends, partners, therapists may all try to support you as best they can, but at the end of the day, they can only ever have a limited and finite understanding of whats going on in your head. Its you versus the problem, always. The power of friendship in all of those JRPGs that I love might be a salve, but its not a cure.
And from that perspective, the true universal enemy in these sorts of scenarios is inertia. We humans have a natural resistance to bettering ourselves, because as frustrating as it is to live in a state that includes your mind warring against itself, we get so used to it that its easier to carry on that way than to get over the scariness of trying to make changes. This goes back to that fear of failure I talked about earlier. Its hard to drag my ass to therapy and talk about the problems Im having. Its even harder to make earnest attempts at employing the mechanisms Im given and see no tangible progress from them. I no longer feel like just a person dealing with mental health troubles at that point. Instead, Im a failure whos ALSO dealing with mental health troubles. Put in all that work only to end up even more angry at and critical of myself? Is it even worth the try?
Some days, it doesnt feel like it. But its on those days that I have to dig down for a little extra bravery, and Im not ashamed to admit thereve been instances when Ive taken direct cues from Celeste to do so. I can close my eyes and imagine myself navigating through a harrowing landscape of thorns and falling rocks while my inner self hinders me by shooting lasers. They flee, but I always catch up to them. They argue, but I always have a rejoinder. They twist the world around me until its unrecognizable from what I know, but I always find my way back to peaceful familiarity eventually.
Note that Madeline doesnt gain any sort of weapon during this segment. She leads her charge with the same tools that have been available to her all along. The only thing thats changed is her approach. It is no longer her strategy to push away the parts of herself she doesnt like, or lash out in anger at them, or even pretend that they dont actually exist. Instead, she simply makes contact. Literally, even. Man, how good does it feel to finally be the one to be dealing the contact damage after a career of gaming that goes all the way back to that infamous World 1-1 Goomba? Metatextual satisfaction aside, however, this is a poignant display that, often, the best thing you can do with these mental disorders is acknowledge their existence. They feed off of denial and combativeness; you take away their negative influence by your acceptance of them. And once you do that, you may even find a way to turn them to your favor. Anxiety is simply a fight-or-flight response gone out of control, after all, and fight-or-flight was pretty important for human evolution!
Id never claim this piece of Chapter 6 to be some kind of substitute for therapy, for the record. Whether you understand and relate to the symbolism or not, theres only so much a video game (or even work of fiction) can do; I didnt make actual progress on my mind until I began speaking to a psychiatrist a few years after playing Celeste. There is, however, a definite therapeutic aspect to it, even if for no other reason than that it makes mental health struggles feel a little less lonely. Knowing there are others out there whove gone through similar challenges makes a huge difference, and if there happens to be anyone reading this who *hasnt* had such struggles and would think thats a given Well, trust me, it often isnt. I had a lot of emotions wash over me as I made my way through this chapter, but the strongest of them all was confidence. Encouragement. For however brief a time, it gave me the feeling that even though life seemed to suck most of the time, I had the ability to bring about an eventual day that it wouldnt.
Also, look, maybe this is the wrong way to regard this moment, given what its truly addressing but dont we all kind of have the impulse to beat up our subconscious sometimes? I certainly think Id welcome the chance, just once.
Celebrating my 30th birthday by writing about the 30 most important video games to me:
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