I logged into Twitch today and saw one of my old livestreams was still there—a raw, unfiltered glimpse into my time in the hospital during the early days of the pandemic. It was labeled Day 3 of my COVID hospitalization, but it was actually Day 5 which I know because of the date (9/27/2020) and my extensive documentation. Watching it now feels like stepping into a time capsule. Life has changed so much since then. I'll always love fat me. She was fun. She was awesome. And yet, looking back, my heart aches for how I was treated by family—their misplaced priorities, their inability to see me beyond their own discomfort.