I used to be a prolific and acknowledged writer (on my language), roleplay lots and have dear fandom friends. Several years and a long-lasting bout of mental illness I'm still struggling with, I've found myself with a writer's block the size of Soviet Russia, only trickling fanfic once in a blue moon, ejected from the RPG I used to play on (and the only on my language, to boot), and mostly alone due to a mix of said mental illness jading the relationship with my friends, and them doing some very very shitty things to me.

I was an emo brat back on 2006, but at least I had a good time when I was on the Internet. How I long for Ye Olden Days at LJ, when the 'net was my solace and I felt loved and respected. And I'm way too socially anxious and blocked to start anew after things definitively went to hell on an express train last year.

Has anyone else went through something similar?