To be honest, starting from March 2020, when the main covid restrictions came into force, I gradually burned out. Key word is "gradually": at first I was happy to finish my studies at home (congratulations - now I'm a certified doctor... who sent medicine to hell, barely getting a certificate, lol), to go to work after breakfast and indulge my inner introvert.
And then the illnesses began. Death. Fear of death (not my own - I'm terribly afraid of losing loved ones). I don’t want to go into details, but the first year of the pandemic was fine, but in the second year, the accumulated experiences, death and illnesses broke me a lot - I couldn’t engage in self-education, physical education, even work (which I really love) was given with great difficulty. For nine months, I simply didn't get out of depression.
Vacation and treatment helped me a bit, and support of my friends, relatives and customers allowed me not to go crazy. I'm currently in debts elimination mode and finally decided to revive my account here, on DeviantArt. It’s had an almost therapeutic effect on me for years and I'll honestly try to figure out the current settings so as not to get lost anymore)
Thanks to everyone who still stays with me and welcome to everyone I don't know yet! ^w^