Yknow, this probably sounds weird, but I miss having passion for our various projects. The depression's a major cause of the loss of it, along with life and rapid-shifting interests, but we also feel like... idk. We can only excite ourselves by ourselves so much. Even when we get random sparks of inspiration and motivation and excitement, it goes out pretty quickly without someone or something else to fan it. Maybe that's a weird result of living in such a content-focused world, maybe it's something to do with our ADHD, maybe it's a sign that we're finally not relying solely on our own imagination to survive day-to-day life, or the loss of things we've tied closely to our creativity. I don't really know, but it's something we're coming to terms with, slowly. We can write essays with the same ease as we used to, but when it comes to creativity, we hesitate. We miss having others to share excitement with- it feels like we're speaking into the void. What's a drop of rain to a rushing ocean?
