At this point I feel my imagination is very untrained, and since it is like a muscle, I need to practice somehow. But I believe the patterns I've instilled in my day-to-day, along with my anxieties around life have forced my imagination into a standstill. Unengaging forms of consumption, ADHD causing me to avoid stimulating tasks, anxiety guiding nearly all of my thoughts all come together to make me have no time or willingness to daydream anymore.