Or perhaps too broken to art. Even if the creative process brings me joy, I've struggled heavily to produce anything I'm happy with. Be it patterning for plushies, or concept designs, or reference art, or worldbuilding, it just seems to end up half-complete or unsatisfactory. On top of that, I'm starting to develop an irrational resentment of other artists' productivity. The time has come, it seems, for me to rest my hands and catch up on both my reading and studies in the hope that I recover.

At this point, the usual routine will continue with the addition of volunteering, so I can say I've done more than sit in my room for several months. It might even help with my phobia of people...