I’ve had severe writer’s block for a while now. I never had a problem with writer’s block before. I almost thought it was a myth. But then it rushed over me life a plague I just couldn’t shake. I’m here to say writer’s block is very real. Even now I feel a struggle to get out the words I want to say.
It’s hard to say when this all started. I used to make it a goal to blog every week. I even did some freelance work in my free time. But then I got a job working in PR at a nonprofit and my free time seemed to disappear. I found myself getting more and more frustrated with not only finding the time to blog, but the content to blog about. I deleted the blog I kept all throughout college and into that first glorious year out of school. The things I wrote there suddenly seemed to annoy me. I was worried that current and future employers would see the things I had written and consider them silly or not good enough quality. Then I went through a breakup in December. There were so many things I wanted to say about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to say those things publicly.
And so I stopped writing all together. I recently realized that I didn’t care that much anymore about my former relationship and why it ended. The over it stage of a breakup is the best stage. I had written a lot about that guy and how he made me feel privately on many occasions. And those words and feelings were just that; private. So when it felt like things were finally done and I had let them go, I found myself missing something else in my life, and it wasn’t a boy. I missed words and the way I used them to tell a story. And then came the “what the hell am I doing?” moment. Continue reading