Being a cartoonist used to be a core part of my identity. I was either actively making comics or feeling guilty for not. My relationship with work wasn’t exactly healthy and it lead to an inevitable and pretty massive burnout. All of my attempts to reignite the creative spark sputtered out. Making comics had became an awful, anxiety inducing slog. Eventually I gave up on my crispy fried dreams and more or less forgot about them.
Wooooo way to go! Welcome back
Thanks! It's good to be back :)