Tauriel, I can relate. I've been going through a funk myself the last several months. Not entirely due to COVID tyranny, but partly. I went through a period of months where it looked like I'd probably lose my job for refusing the jab. On top of that, I've been working from home since March 2020 - in my case, meaning a tiny one bedroom apartment. The campus 'reopened' a while ago but was enforcing masks (vaxxed or not lol) and I wasn't having any part of that. As time has gone on, I've definitely felt myself slipping - self-discipline has collapsed, and I regularly go days without doing anything related to my professional work. I'm usually highly self-motivated and extremely productive.
It got even worse over the last several months: my post-doctoral position is ending (in a couple weeks now), and I've been trying to find a position as a professor. That hasn't gone well: I got three interviews, but no offers. All of the professors at the department are shocked, because on paper I compare very favorably to others in my field at a similar career stage (lots of publications, lots of citations, heavy involvement with reviewing, teaching experience with excellent student evaluations, lots of public outreach experience, etc etc). They all figured I'd get snapped up, but no. While I can't prove it, my gut feeling is that the reason is simple: while I 'check all the boxes' professionally, I check none of the boxes from a DIE perspective. I've got unfashionable skin color, and unfashionable sex organs, with which I prefer to do unfashionable things with unfashionable partners. Next to that my professional qualifications count for nothing. Like I said, I can't prove this (it's not like hiring committees will out and say, sorry, you're a straight white guy), but the majority of the new professors I see getting hired are women or non-white or gay, faculty and admin are constantly talking about the overriding importance of the unholy trinity of Diversity, Inclusion, and Equity, and some institutions openly say they prefer to hire 'equity-deserving individuals'.
So on the one hand, I've been isolated in my little apartment with all the psychological effects produced by social deprivation. On the other, I've had the feeling that there's no point to doing any of my usual scientific activities, because it doesn't seem to matter how good I am, only what my biology is. Whenever I even think about sitting down to do some research, feelings of resentment and bitterness well up and wash away any desire to do it. That's especially galling to me because I (used to) love doing research, just for its own sake. It's a one-two punch from the two pathologies infecting our social order. The result is that I've effectively been 'on strike' ... afflicted with a sort of paralyzing lassitude ... and contemplating with dread a future that looks like a void, where I can't see any obvious path forward.
Yet at the same time (because I don't want this to end on a depressing note), I'm also kind of excited. To tell the truth, I've come to despise academia - the last two years have utterly ruined it for me, due both to the takeover of DIE and to the moral abomination of forcing needles into the students' arms. If a door is being slammed in my face because I have the wrong biology, perhaps that's for the best - it's not really a club I want to belong to anymore. Maybe that's sour grapes (there's an element of that), but I've come to suspect I liked the idea of being good enough to be a professor more than I liked the idea of actually being a professor. I mean, who wants to spend their life writing grant proposals and being subjected to the arbitrary whims of the midwit education majors in administration? At any rate, I've found that the more I let go of the concept that there's only one career path open to me, the less I resent effectively being forced off that path.