I'm not good enough. Every time my pathetic, crawling Elden Ring Nightreign character is revived, those words ring through my brain: I'm. Not. Good Enough.
When I see another player dashing over to save my fading character, two emotions swirl within me like oil and vinegar, refusing to mix. I feel grateful for their aid, yet deeply ashamed that I require it so often. I know I'm the weak link in this boss fight. We all do. Anxiety rears its knotted head and conspiratorially whispers: "the other players probably have a chat right now about how useless you are."
