I can't tell if anyone is reading my books nowadays, especially given the silence I always face regarding my writings. Whenever I post late, I feel a little self-conscious. I don't have anywhere else to share my thoughts, so I'm writing it here.
Nowadays, it's been difficult for me. Even if I try, I don't feel motivated enough to write, paint, or do the things that I like. Everything feels like a duty, and so many duties at once drain me. Perhaps my mind is paralyzed right now out of anxiety, which is the reason why I'm not being able to write as frequently as I used to before.
What makes me even more upset is that I had improved my writing skills a lot, but now it all seems to have vanished into the thin air.
I'm trying, everyday. I will write as soon as I can.