I haven't written an article since late April. In between final projects, mental health snags, and graduating college (eep!), I got so caught up in the chaos, I neglected to keep writing every week. Then I came home and needed to seriously decompress and recover from the life traffic I was in.

Since coming home to Calais, I've been struck with massive writer's block. If it is one thing I detest is not being inspired, or feeling tapped for ideas. As cliche as it sounds, writer's block is like my kryptonite, I feel so powerless, my superpower is gone.

But in the midst of my dry spells, I knew I had to let the muses come back to me naturally. Like going on a treasure hunt, I would go outside for long walks with nothing but my music, no WiFi, to see if I would find any source of inspiration.

Writing is my drug, and hopefully it becomes my livelihood, if I don't write at least once a week, I go crazy. Writing helps keep me sane, keeps my anxiety in check, lets me escape temporarily.

Coming home to Calais is always filled with mixed emotions. I love being home with my family and being in familiar territory, but because of how unexciting and poor it is, you get bored very easily and often find yourself in a rut. Because of other traumatic history I have in Calais, depression tends to linger more when I'm home.

These last four weeks since I've been home has required a lot of soul searching: dealing with mental illness episodes, figuring out my next phase in life, adjusting to being a college grad, and trying to forgive and face things I may face in Calais.

Within my soul searching, I ended up finding inspiration again. Writer's blocks are needed to give us breaks we might not know we needed, let ideas happen naturally instead of forcing them, and perhaps lead us to finding something better than we expected.