Hello everyone, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m frankly a little hesitant to return to Wonder Egg Priority, as the show’s last episode came pretty close to emotionally destroying me. Rika’s experience of self-hatred and depression felt uncomfortably close to home; the cheerful outward affectation, the flashes of uncontrollable frustration, and most crucially, that sinking, ever-present feeling of weight on top of you, weight that you cannot simply exist under, weight that you must fight and fight every day, without any real hope of relieving it. When Rika at last submitted to her fatigue, and asked if it truly can be easier, I felt that exhaustion in my bones. If life is this painful, surely nothingness must be a relief?
Fortunately, Rika had just enough of a support system to dampen those thoughts, and fight once more for a better tomorrow. Just as her submission to her demons felt poignantly true to life, so too did her defiant declaration at the end. “I’ll leave you one day, but not today” – to those suffering from depression, suicidal tendencies, and mental illness more broadly, that rallying cry feels like the most we can earnestly hope for. There’s no guarantee things will get easier, and no guarantee we’ll be able to fight forever – but at least this day, I am declaring that the darkness will not win, and that I will see tomorrow.
It’s a genuine victory, and should be celebrated as such; in a show covering topics as charged as Wonder Egg, to simply declare that Rika is “solved” would be a betrayal of her substance as a character, and of Wonder Egg’s general ability to evoke the genuine, felt experience of depression. I tend to like the shows that rip into my chest, grab hold of something utterly true to my experience, and explore it in all its beauty, ugliness, and undeniable humanity. Wonder Egg has the lived experience of depression in its clasp, and however this story turns, I’ll remain profoundly grateful to it for illustrating such a difficult experience with such frankness and compassion. This show can hurt me, but it’s a good hurt, a hurt that reminds me I’m not alone in the struggle. Among art’s many goals, that sense of connection and common humanity feels like one of the most noble of all. I’m ready, Wonder Egg. Let’s return to the fight.
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