Right before my state went into lockdown in March, a coworker let me borrow Death Stranding for my PS4. I was somewhat reluctant to start it because I knew it was going to be a giant time-suck, and I was still fighting my way through Red Dead Redemption 2. But eventually I jumped into it. I’m not going to spend much time reviewing the actual game, because that’s been hashed out elsewhere. But I will say that the story is wonderfully weird and complex, and the soundtrack, atmosphere and graphics are phenomenal. Instead, I’m going to talk about how this game affects my anxiety in both positive and negative ways.