I prayed every day, then I stopped

I read A Thread of Absence tonight and it pressed on a place I thought I had mended. For years I kept my routines, fajr in my small kitchen while the kettle boiled, Qur'an on the bus into town, volunteering at the weekend. Then things loosened, prayers missed, I ghosted the community chat and left a message on read that I could not face. I taught about shukr, I knew the words, and yet I slipped badly. Now I wake with the same heavy question: after knowing better, does Allah still want me back? If you have been here, how did you live with that doubt or find your way back?