Quietly pondering on past hardships and how they've either been coincident with or partly responsible for my social withdrawal.
Several years ago I felt free and peppy, and was more of a social butterfly, but it was a pre-transition time and I had my own private space to recuperate from. Even though I wasn't doing so well emotionally then, I think maybe I was more at ease.
Hopeful to get back there. I feel like I'm still doing cool stuff and making nice with people, but I feel less motivated in the general sense. I used to write smutty microfic almost every week, I roleplayed more, and I just generally felt brighter in spite of my circumstance. I have less of my needs met nowadays and I'm thinking that has a good bit to do with it; still reeling and kinda wondering what the road to feeling better looks like.
