The visible page is mostly locked away, leaving only one late-night question about a song my family produced and no fuller T1 or T2 story that can be packaged honestly from what remains visible.

I coped with nCoV anxiety the way I often did then, by turning to food, ritual, and belief, while trying to convince myself that comfort, faith, and appetite could keep the panic contained.

I numbed out with Fleabag, doomscrolling, and old memories, while politics, online conflict, and my own darker loops kept pulling the day away from any real rest.