Threadbare and Healing

 Hey Nakama,

Today's blog doesn't come with excitement or new art or happy updates.

It comes with silence.
With aching skin.
With a fever that climbed quietly and didn't let go,

Day 11 wasn't creative.
It wasn't productive.
It wasn't poetic.

It was just....human.

I spent the day wrapped in a blanket instead of ideas, clutching water bottles and counting how many hours I couldn't sleep even after 3-4 pills, hoping the weight in my chest would dissolve into dreams.

I wanted to write.
I really did.
But my body whispered:
"Pause"
And for once, I listened.

So, to everyone Following Parallel Threads-
To the silent supporters and loud cheerleaders -
Know this:

Even dreamers fall.
Even CEOs get fevers.
Even hearts wrapped in ambition need time to rest, no matter how impatient the soul gets.

But healing has a rhythm.
And today, On Day 12,
we're returning with not one but two blogs.
Because even when I'm still,
the story continues.

To anyone reading this while sick, tired, or just emotionally worn out:
You don't need to create today.
You don't need to be inspiring.
You just need to be.

That is enough.