Writers block can be defined as the condition of being unable to think of what to write or how to proceed with writing (Google). I define it as the blockage from hell. The blockage that’s preventing me from reaching the destination I so badly want to be at.
For about six months I’ve been stuck behind The Great Wall of China of writers blocks. Writing anything let alone an article has been out of the question and feels like a chore. I’m literally pulling teeth. Forcing myself to do something I love just doesn’t make sense.
What do you do when you feel abandoned by what you love?
The question is not a simple one.
It’s terrifying.
It makes you begin questioning everything.
Your ability.
Your strengths.
Yourself.
There’s so much power in the action of transforming all the jumbled thoughts in your head into coherent paragraphs that come together and eventually make sense.
When I first discovered my passion for writing it was beautiful. I’d write for hours without thinking. I’d zone out and come up with idea after idea, thought after thought.
What happened to that…?
In high school I dreaded reading and writing classes, it was just last year that I discovered my deep seeded passion to put my thoughts into paragraphs. Was the flame for my love of writing already dying out. Writing has become my outlet and escape from the world. I’m both bad at processing emotions as well as communicating when there’s a task at hand. My nature is to ramble on and talk really, really fast, hence the lack of commas.
Writing allows me to take a step back from the chaos of everyday life and process what’s actually happening. Writing allows me to analyze the day-to-day motions that are life.
I didn’t realize how much I loved writing until I started.
I didn’t realize how much I loved writing until I stopped.
When what you feel abandoned by is what you love, it makes you question everything.
Have I become so caught up in the day-to-day motions of life that I’ve lost sight of my passion, lost sight of what I want?
Yes.
The answer is yes. As horrendous as it is for me to write at the moment, I still have passion, I still have drive, the fire is not yet burned out. Sometimes life just doesn’t give you the time to dive into what you love.
The time to focus and put energy into what you actually want to do into what you actually love.
That’s part of why I started writing in the first place; I wanted to create time for myself to process things I wasn’t able to normally process.
I correct my earlier statement, writing hasn’t abandoned me rather I’ve abandoned it.
Writers’ block, is just that, a blockage. As much hell that it is, eventually you'll find a way around or through the blockage and reach the destination you were meant to be at all along.
