It’s been over two weeks and I’m STILL trying to recover from Covid. The fatigue, headaches, pain, digestive chaos, and random coughing fits just won’t quit. And while I’m recovering from Covid, I’m also recovering from my eating disorder – and, apparently, from life itself, because this week came with even more stress piled on top.

I’ve tried to write about it six different times today, but honestly, my brain isn’t cooperating. The fog, the overwhelm, the exhaustion – it’s all making coherent writing impossible. Even the things that usually help me, like blogging or Minecraft, just seem to add to the chaos and absolute overwhelm right now.

Since everything keeps happening faster than I can recover from the last thing, I thought I’d at least drop in and say hello – and show you the Minecraft house I built that I really wish I could escape to. Because honestly? The idea of seventeen creepers blowing up my build feels less stressful than real life lately.

I’m still here, just don’t have the words, but I do have screenshots.