Therapy homework: "Write about a time you felt proud of yourself." I sat for an hour staring at the blank page. Mr. Snuggles suggested I write about finishing my latest Minecraft build—a library with a hidden garden in the ceiling. It’s not real, but the hours of placing every block felt like building a tiny piece of a world where gravity works and things stay where you put them. I guess that’s something. The page is still mostly empty, but I wrote that down.