[@NuttsnBolts]
I just can't. Maybe it's my age catching up on me or something, or I just got used to the city nightlife after two years of trying to "make it", and now that I'm home to be close to Ma and Pa, find myself still adjusting to quiet hobbies such as roleplay.

Not to go off topic; I used to date a guy who saw me as a cashcow by forcing me to write short essays and selling them for quite some money. When we broke up and he told me "writing is all you're ever good for besides laundry", I grew to resent writing, much less roleplaying. (I stopped writing entirely for two years. Well, one and a half.)

You can say I'm desperately trying to ease back into this healthy past time currently. The anxiety isn't helping me build interest or healthy foundations from the getgo of how often I post.