the most therapeutic experience i think ive ever had has been revisiting minecraft worlds from when i was a kid.
i went through a really difficult time last january (messy breakup, shitty dorm life, health complications, family drama, social isolation, everything kind hit me at once lol) and it was so nice at a time where everything felt so complicated to be reminded of simpler times.
i had brought my old xbox with me to college and for some reason or another i loaded up minecraft and scrolled the world selection screen all the way to a world i made with my brother and sister nearly ten years ago. we all live in different corners of the country now and i havenāt seen them in ~2 years at this point. i walked through the farm, boat racing tracks, rollercoasters, and houses weād built for ourselves and just started crying.
in other worlds there are memories with friends i might never speak to again, high school crushes ill definitely never speak to again, and family i miss dearly all bundled up in a game that takes up just a couple of gigabytes on my xbox. survival worlds started during a sleepover and then quickly abandoned, creative worlds set aside for statues or houses with redstone wired lights, and a sea of worlds empty and abandoned with nothing in them at all.
i think revisiting those worlds and those memories gave me some much needed closure on things.
i still go back to my old worlds every once in a while and walk around, and im so grateful to have them to look back on and see how far ive come.