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đź› Building in Valheim Helped Me Rebuild My Confidence As A Creator
There was a time I couldn’t open a blank page without flinching.
The words used to flow like breath. Stories, strategies, journal entries — they were part of my bloodstream.
But somewhere between the late-night feedings, algorithm shifts, changing family dynamics, and constant performance pressure… I stalled.
Everything I created felt like it had to do something.
Convert. Impress. Serve. Prove.
And that kind of pressure? It kills the joy.
I wasn’t blocked — I was burnt out.
I wasn’t uninspired — I was exhausted.
Then came Valheim.
At first, I just played to feel like I still had a little control in some corner of my life. You gather, you craft, you build. Simple. No expectations. No deadlines. Just pixels, pine trees, and potential.
And yet — the first time I built a house in Valheim, it hit different.
