I try to write and nothing happens. It's like whatever part of me had creativity is missing.
Everything is stressful, there's a void inside of me where my storytelling once was, and nothing ever gets better.
My creative well has run dry and I don't know how to refill it or find a new one.
It' like this huge piece of who I am just disappeared, and I didn't even notice the loss until it was over and done with.