Dealing with my damaged perception of pleasure

I shared here in other posts I had (probably) depression and dissociative disorder. As a cause or effect, I also have trouble enjoying things formerly I liked.

Lastly I can't get hooked enough to play a video game for more than 30 minutes, and the same thing happens to me with most movies.

It also doesn't help that modern art has succumbed to consumer trends that promote models I don't really like by themselves.

And, you know... why to play a videogame in which my character use a sword when I can be the character and use the sword by myself? Historical european martial arts (HEMA, play with swords) is probably better.

But I tried an exercise in this isolated Christmas: to play a videogame. My chosen one was "Deedlit in Wonder Labyrinth", a pretty metroidvania inspired by classic Castlevania SOTN. Besides I was interested because I also read the Lodoss War comics this year.

I can't say experience is perfect, and indeed it have some bad elections based in how games are today, but as an overall experience, it's been good.

The strangest thing is that I've felt a bit pressured, forcing myself to play it and have fun before losing interest.

I can't say I'm healed.

Next episode in new year celebration.