Hey beautiful people hope you all are doing well.
So I want to talk to y’all about something that happened a few years ago, looking back it was kind of dumb to freak out about but it was what I was going through at the time.
So a few years ago, I nearly had a breakdown due to me not being able to write or create anything for weeks possibly even a month.
Silly I know…
Why would I have an almost breakdown just because I couldn’t produce any new piece of writing?
I guess the reason for that was I was so used to writing practically everyday or every other day. I put so much of myself into my writing, it became my identity.
I remember sitting on the floor with my back against my bed and just so down a pit of despair, and then having the thought that maybe I’m as only as good as my last thing I wrote.
Y’all that was probably one of the most terrifying thoughts I’d ever had…
So what I nearly had a breakdown or something, its not like its the end of the world if I don’t produce any new writing within ten seconds of eachother.
Like I said, I made writing for my blog my identity, an idol. The fact that I wasn’t able to produce anything was scary as hell, I put so much of myself in my blog, into my writings, I worshipped writing.
I think the two things I forget to do is:
1. Take time away, come back to it later, you don’t want to force the creativity, let it flow naturally.
2. The other thing is to just breathe, just breathe, it’s okay to take a break, it’s okay to give things time.
It’s crazy because I don’t freak out as much as I used to about not producing anything, I still have my moments at times though, I’m a work in progress just like anyone else.
Openhandspoetry 